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chemistry || calum hood

word count: 3.8k+

warnings: mentions of weed, swear words, mention of injury, food & the slightest bit of sex talk

a/n: hey twt moots ;)) anyways, this is inspired by this post! i hope u all enjoy <3

It was about 11 pm, and I had just finished taking an unnecessarily large amount of notes for chemistry class. With a sore, shaky hand and a vision that was starting to go blurry, I had finally finished ten pages. Who knew that there was so much information about 5 organic compounds?

I yawned in my seat, stretching my arms out and removing my glasses. I was more than thankful that I can call it a night, and walked towards my bathroom to get ready for bed, which took a good 30 minutes. It usually doesn’t take me that long, but fuck, I was exhausted this whole day. After all my skincare was completed, I walked back to my bedroom and hopped into my bed, prepared for a well deserved rest. After slouching for a good three and a half hours, comforter and pillows had never felt so good against my body.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a loud ding! from my phone and I opened my heavy eyes, which immediately annoyed me. I ignored the first one and tried to go back to sleep, but one ding turned into six and I couldn’t take it anymore. I angrily ripped the covers off my body, sitting up right after reaching for my phone on the nightstand beside my bed.

6 New Text Messages from: calum hood

hey wyd rn

can you do me a favour

i need your help

im at this party right now and i’m about to get high as fuck but i forgot about our homework for tomorrow and i was wondering if you could do them for me

you don’t even need to make them look pretty like how you do it just take down the important shit

please

“What the fuck?” I whsipered to myself as I looked at my phone. “Who does this bitch think he is?”

to: calum hood

are you fucking serious right now

from: calum hood

please i’m really sorry LOL i completely forgot about it

i know your smarty pants finished it the second you got home please

i’ll literally buy you starbucks tomorrow morning

As much as I hated to admit it, his last text message kind of convinced me. I was a sucker for coffee, and could really stop spending money on it every morning. But was I really about to lose some more sleep just to do the party boy’s notes? I barely know this kid anyways. How’d this guy even get into college?

to: calum hood

is it gonna be a venti

from: calum hood:

if that’s what you want, sure

I knew I was going to regret this decision, but I threw on my glasses and put my hair up once again, walking towards my desk. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I sighed out, opening my laptop and gathering my supplies together. I unlocked my phone, seeing that the time was 12 am. Am I doing this for coffee or am I doing this because he’s attractive and I couldn’t really say no to him? I groaned and leaned my head on my desk, texting him back.

to: calum hood

i hate you so much

get me a venti iced white mocha no whip and an extra espresso shot

actually no make that two extra espresso shots cause bc of your dumbass im staying up

from: calum hood

i gotchu angel

thank you so much, see you tomorrow :)

“Fuck off with the petname and the smiley face,” I angrily cursed at my phone, picking up my pencil and beginning to write another ten pages of notes.

“I hate this bitch,” I said, throwing my pencil onto my desk and slamming my laptop shut. The time was now 3:45 am and tired was an understatement for me. I crawled into bed, falling asleep almost immediatly, hoping that these 5 hours of sleep will give me enough energy to get through class tomorrow.

“You have got to be fucking joking me,” I mumbled, reaching over for my phone to turn off the alarm. I was definitely not a morning person, and the fact that I didn’t get at least 7 hours of sleep meant that I was not going to be in a good mood today.

I slowly crawled out of bed and began trudging towards my bathroom, seeing I had gotten a text meesage from the man himself. I rolled my eyes seeing his name pop up, opening the conversation between him and I.

from: calum hood

goodmorning!

to: calum hood

fuck off

I set my phone aside, getting ready for bed in the slowest way possible. I honestly could care less about what I looked like today, so I decided on a hoodie and sweatpants. I went back into my room and packed my bag with everything I needed, including Calum’s stupid study notes. I threw it over my shoulder, putting on my shoes and walking out the front door, into my car. Thankfully my college was not too far from my apartment, so it didn’t matter if I was running a couple of minutes late.

Parking my car and walking towards class, more and more annoyance filled my body, hoping that nobody would say a word to me, or even better, look in my direction. As I walked into the classroom, I walked towards the empty seats in the very back, choosing the one closest to the wall. I got settled into my seat, leaning the side of my head against the wall, hoping that I’d get the tiniest bit of extra rest.

“The last text message you sent to me wasn’t very nice.” I heard a voice beside me say. I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing the stupid Calum Hood. He was holding two cups of coffee - one for me, and one for him I’m assuming - and was wearing a maroon hoodie, which he actually looked really good in.

“I don’t think you deserve to have a nice goodmorning text, because you are the reason I’m in a pissy mood today, thank you very much.” I responded, taking my coffee from his hand and placing it on my desk. I reached into my bag and took the study notes I wrote for him, slapping it onto the desk beside me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as our professor began to speak up, indicating that class had begun. “What can I do in order for you not to be mad at me?” I turned to look at him. He had the biggest pouty face I had ever seen, which was absolutely adorable. But I’d never tell him that.

“Just shut up.” I sighed, turning back towards the board, opening my notebook and beginning to take notes.

Not even ten minutes later, a green sticky note caught my eye as I was writing. My eyes gazed towards the sticky note, scoffing at what was written on it.

Pls forgive me :(

I turned towards Calum, who was currently well focused on the board in front of us. I lightly chuckled, knowing he was more than pretending to actually pay attention in this class.

I thought I told you to shut up, I wrote underneath his writing and stuck it back onto his desk, and continued from where I left off. I got maybe 5 words in before I saw the neon green appear back onto my desk. I can’t shut up if I’m not talking.

I rolled my eyes before crumbling the paper in my hand, looking at Calum once again. “You’re distracting me. What do you want?” I asked him, the brunette boy turning his head to me once again.

“For you not to be mad at me.” He responded. “What can I do for you to at least smile at me? Besides telling me to shut up.”

I stared at him with the bitchiest face I could put on, then rolled my eyes and began to take down more notes in my book. First, he makes me write ten pages for him and now he’s distracting me in class. Can he leave me alone for at least five minutes?

“And now you’re not gonna talk to me. Fine, be that way.” He grunted. The two of went back to what to we were doing for the remainder of class.

“That’s all for today folks, I hope you have a good rest of your day and don’t forget to read pages thirty to thirty-five and finish questions one to twenty-seven.” Our professor said to all of the class, which resulted in me grabbing my bag and standing up immediately, wanting nothing more than to just get the fuck out of this place.

Please don’t talk to me please don’t talk to me please don’t talk to me-

“Hey wait,” Calum said and grabbed my hand.

Fuck

“Yes?” I asked him, turning my body towards him as he let go of my hand.

“What’re you doing the rest of the day?”

“Nothing, why..?”

I saw that Calum had the cheekiest grin on his face after I gave him my answer. “As an apology for making you write down my notes, thank you very much by the way, along with making you angry this whole morning, how about we go get breakfast on me, and we can do our homework together, except I will do all the work, and you just copy my answers? How does that sound?”

I thought about it. One part of me just wanted to flip him off, go back home and get the sleep I missed out on last night. The other part of me was actually kind of down for that idea. Free food, free homework answers and I get to hang out with pretty boy? I wasn’t really losing anything here, huh?

“I mean, I would say yes, but I took my car here and also I’m dressed terribly right now, the last thing I need is for more people to see me looking like this..” I trailed off, looking down at my current outfit and laughing lightly. “Babe, you don’t even look bad whatsoever right now. However, if you insist, you can go home and change and I can come get you when you’re ready. Is that a plan?” He asked in response. First angel, now babe? What is this guy doing?

“I mean.. I could do that...but-” “Pleeaaasee?” Calum cut me off, pressing his hands together, acting as if he was praying.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll go with you! I’ll go home and get ready, and I’ll text you when I’m done.” I responded as the both of us walked out of the classroom, towards the parking lot.

“Pinky promise you won’t cancel on me last minute?” Calum asked, extending his arm and putting his pinky in front of me as we reached my car. I hadn’t even noticed that he walked me to my car, which honestly made my heart flutter when I realized.

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed lightly, taking my pinky and sticking it out with his, interlocking it. “Pinky promises mean everything, sweetheart. I’ll see you later.” He responded, winking at me then walking away. Getting into my car, I hit my steering wheel, squealing while I repeatedly hit my head against my wheel. “Fuckin’ angel, babe and sweetheart?! What’s next?” I asked myself, driving back to my place to get ready for this little study.. session? Hang out? Date?

I never noticed how nervous I was to hang out with Calum until four different outfits were placed on my bed, with no ability to choose which one looked best. “Fuck, these are all terrible.” I groaned, flopping onto my bed and closing my eyes. I was interrupted by my phone ringing, seeing that Calum was calling.

“I know you pinky promised that you wouldn’t cancel on me, but angel what is taking so long?” He asked, laughing into his question. “I’m so sorry,” I groaned, getting back up and looking at the outfits I planned on my bed. “I’m having a little wardrobe crisis. I have zero idea what to wear.”

“You could’ve showed up in the hoodie and sweatpants and I’d still find you gorgeous,” He responded, making my heart flutter for what felt like the hundreth time today. This man throws small compliments left and right and it’s kind of driving me crazy. “But lemme see what you got planned out. I’ll make it easier for you.” I responded with an okay, quickly snapping a photo of the clothes that were currently on my bed.

“Okay first off, none of these are bad at all. I think you could’ve chose any of these and rocked all of ‘em. Second, little shirt big pants is always the way to go. I say the second one.” He told me, choosing a white long sleeved shirt and the baggiest light wash jeans I had in my closet. It might’ve been basic, but Calum was right - you really can’t go wrong with a little shirt big pants combination.

“Okay, thank you.” I sighed in relief, taking the clothes into my hands and walking into the washroom to change. “You can come now, I’ll text you my address. I’ll probably be done by the time you get here.”

“Now was that so hard?” He asked in response, causing the both of us to laugh. “I’ll see you in a bit. Bye bye!”

“Bye Calum, see you later.” And with that the call ended. I quickly changed into my clothes, put my laptop in my bag - along with everything else I needed - and slipped my shoes on. Once I finished doing so, I heard a loud honk outside, indicating that he was outside.

Walking out of my house I saw Calum exiting his seat, walking over to the other side and opening the door for me. “Wow, what a gentleman.” I laughed as he closed my door and got into the drivers’ side once again. “You look great.” He told me, his eyes focused on my outfit. “All thanks to you.” I said nervously, as he started the car. “Where are we going again?” I asked him.

“You can never go wrong with IHOP,” He said proudly, with a wide grin on his face. “How’d you know I loved going there?” I asked him, gaining a chuckle from him in response. “Not sure if you knew this, but I’m a mindreader.” He joked, causing me to roll my eyes and laugh in response.

Arriving at the place and ordering our food, Calum and I began to have a little conversation. It started off with an are you still mad at me? which resulted into talks about other classes, finals and parties.

“You’re telling me you’ve never been to a party?” He asked in shock, me shaking my head as I took a sip of the water that was given to me. “Are you kidding me? We’ve been in college for what, two years, and you’ve never been to one?!”

“Yeah, in case you didn’t notice, I go to school to learn and not to party. I don’t ask people to take ten pages of notes for me so I could blaze up, unlike somebody I know,” I responded, Calum looking at me in disbelief. “I cannot believe you just called me out like that. I said I was sorry!”

“Yeah yeah, I know. You’re making up for it with free food and free homework answers, so I decided to get over it.” I responded, laughing. “Also, when are we gonna start doing the questions?” I asked as the waiter came with both of our plates of food, thanking them as we began to eat.

“I mean, we could go back to my place and work on it, if that’s alright with you.” Calum said, his mouth full of pancakes. “Is that your way of trying to get in my pants?” I asked jokingly.

“You’re a fiesty one aren’t you?” He asked, with a simple nod from me in response. “Well to answer your question, no that is not my way of doing such a thing, I’d be much more smooth about it.”

“Oh, so you think you’re slick or something?” “Nah babe, I know I’m slick.” There’s the cocky party boy that I was much more familiar with. I rolled my eyes in response.

“I’m gonna ignore what you just said.. Anyways, I am fine with working on it at your place.” I told him, getting a nod in response. Throughout the whole breakfast, we got to know each other quite well. I learned that he played soccer in highschool, but due to a torn ACL he had to quit. But because of that, he got into music and started playing the guitar. I told him that if there’s enough free time when we finished, he should play me something. He happily agreed to it, saying that I will fall in love with him after I hear his singing. I just roll my eyes at his cocky compliments about himself.

I also got to hear his totally wild college parties that he goes to, telling me about this one time one of his friends’ houses got shut down due to the various noise complaints from neighbours down the block. “you should come join me in one”, He offers, with a “fuck no” in response from me.

“C’mon, they’re not that bad. They’re actually really fun, and everybody’s always so nice.”

“I literally can’t tell you the last time I got high, and the last time I got drunk it was not pretty, I’m retired from that shit.” I said, as he paid for our food and began walking back to his car.

“Oh, so you used to be rowdy?” He asked, the two of us laughing in unison. “High school me was a different story, we don’t talk about that.” I responded. “The things I would do to see that side of you. You gotta go to at least one before you get outta this place. They take a lot of stress off your shoulders for the night.” He told me as we walked towards the front door to his place, which made me laugh at the fact that he tried to make parties seem like a really good thing. A simple Maybe, was all I responded with as we got settled into his apartment, which was fairly clean to my surprise.

We were currently sitting across each other at his dining table, the both of us reading over the textbook and him answering the questions after every section. He worked effeciently, which also took me by surprise. I underestimated this guy a lot, didn’t I?

A good two hours later, Calum had finished all the questions for homework and I had finished copying them down, thanking him for doing such a thing.

“It’s no problem. I had no idea that the notes were ten fucking pages long, you deserve a break after that- wait, you wear glasses?” He asked me, analyzing them.

“Yeah, only at home though. I don’t really like how they look on me,” I replied, taking them off and rubbing my eyes. He took them in his hands and put them back on me, smiling. “They look really cute on you, I like them.” He said, causing me to blush. “What’re you so flirty for?” I asked. Keep these compliments up and I might just fall in love with you before you even sing, I thought to myself.

“Well, with somebody as pretty as you, I gotta slip in a flirty remark every chance I get, eh?” He smirked, taking my hand, and taking the both of upstairs. “Don’t take this the wrong way, my guitars in my room.” He reassured me as we walked inside his room. He took the guitar from the side of his room, and sat on the edge of his bed, gesturing me to sit down next to him.

“Ready to fall in love with me?”

“Try me, Hood.”

He chuckled, playing the intro to Sam Smith’s Leave Your Lover. “Holy shit, I love this song,” I whispered, watching his hands strum the guitar.

He began to sing, immediately amazed by his voice. It was so soft and raspy, I literally could listen to it all day. I closed my eyes, leaning my head on his shoulder. He laughed softly when he noticed, continuing on with the song.

He finished playing the outro, which caused me to open my eyes and look up at him. “So, how was that?”

“It was beautiful, your voice is so pretty.” I responded, smiling at him. “You should drop outta this whole college thing and just become famous.”

“Oh man I wish, but I think it’s too late for that.” He told me, now leaning on my shoulder, which made me want to scream and kiss him. “Did you fall in love with me yet?”

I patted his cheek with my hand lightly. “Not yet Cal, not yet. Stil kinda angry about that whole ten pages of notes thing.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Nah.”

He laughed, then took my hand and intertwined it with his, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “What if I told you I’d be down to do this again, minus the whole ‘let me do this for you today as an apology’ thing?” He questioned, lifting his head from my shoulder and looking at me.

“What do you mean, ‘this again’?”

“I mean picking you up with a coffee before class, bothering you the whole time, getting breakfast with you afterwards, studying together, and then playing a song for you once we get too lazy to finish our assignments.” He replied with a soft smile that made my heart warm and my cheeks red.

“And what if I told you that I’d be down to do those things aswell?”

“Well then my love, I will pick you up on Wednesday at 8:15 with a venti iced white mocha with only one extra shot of espresso, because I won’t keep you up to write more notes. After class, I’ll take us to any place you wanna go. Denny’s? IHOP? Waffle House? You name it. Then, we can go back to my place, study our asses off and then I can play you as many songs as you’d like. How does that sound?” He offered, the biggest smile appearing on my face.

“That sounds perfect.”

“Now if we’re going to be doing this... does this mean I can finally take you to a damn party?”

“Fuck off, Hood.”

#calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood imagine #luke hemmings imagine #michael clifford imagine #ashton irwin imagine

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mysticm3ss · 5 years ago

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ooo since it’s winter now, how do u think zen would spend a snowy day with his s/o?? (speaking of zen, i just have to add that behind the mask was so good!! i’ve been stressed & tired with work lately so it was so comforting to read. i’m so glad there’s someone who’s still writing about zen bc he’s like, the love of my life LOL, so i’m always thrilled to see new content. the fact that u write him so ridiculously well is the cherry on top. thank u for ur writing!!!! hope ur well 💞)

aaaaaaaa thanku so much ur so sweet! i’m so glad that u liked behind the mask and that it could help! and yesss literally same i love zen so much it hurts sksksksksks

also i live in australia and snow is just a pipe dream for me lmao, the most experience i have with anything like it is when i defrost the freezer and make a snowman in the kitchen sink lol so sorry if this is inaccurate. it’s summer rn and it’s over 37 degrees celsius as i type this, so i’m 100% living vicariously through MC right here 😂😭

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the cold.

Suppressing a shiver, you huddle beneath your blankets and roll over to see Zen still sound asleep, hair splayed across his pillow and mouth slightly open as he snores. Even in sleep, he has an arm slung over your waist.

“Zen,” you hiss, and he blinks groggily.

“Mmm?” he managed, voice thick with sleep as he slowly attempts to pry open his eyes. “Jagi? What is it?”

His words slur into each other, his chest rumbling with his raspy morning voice.

“Cold,” you grumble simply, and Zen chuckles, arms tiredly sliding around your middle and dragging you against his chest. He spoons you to him, pressing his face into your neck. Though his body is warm, his nose is cold as he plants soft kisses along your throat.

“Well, I can’t let my princess freeze,” he mumbles sleepily, cocooning the two of you in blankets as his legs tangle with yours. You press your almost-numb feet against his calves, and the actor jerks in surprise at the sudden cold before squeezing you closer, running his hands up and down your arms to warm you.

“Mmm, jagi, you know a great way to warm up?” he murmurs, continuing to lay kisses along your hairline as his voice takes on a seductive edge.

and then he unleashes the beast

When the two of you are finished, Zen drapes a thick blanket around your shoulders and settles you on the couch as he makes you both a hot breakfast and tea.

A few hours later, the both of you decide to make the most of what little daylight the winter offers, and plan to go for a walk in the park together.

The moment you make the decision to go outside, Zen goes full mother hen on you, ensuring that you’re wrapped up in just about every article of warm clothing you own.

Even when you’re donning several shirts and layered up on sweaters, he still insists on checking up on you every few minutes.

“Babe, are you cold? Are you sure you don’t want my jacket??”

“Zen I’m wearing like thirty layers. I’m literally sweating right now.”

“Okay… but let me know if you get cold. Promise~?”

He helps you build a snowman, and insists on taking a number of selfies with you in front of it.

In fact, he takes a number of selfies with you throughout the whole day; you just look so cute in your scarf and beanie, he can’t resist!

Obviously spams the messenger with all of the pictures, resulting in annoyance from Jumin, mild jealousy and lamentation from Yoosung, appreciation from Jaehee, and fangirling from Seven, who promptly declares the two of you his OTP.

At the end of the night, Zen makes you both hot chocolate and cuddles up with you on the couch to watch a movie, warming up your cold hands in his own, and pressing gentle kisses to the cool flush of your skin.

And although the season’s chill has settled into your bones, when you fall asleep in Zen’s lap, your head cradled in the crook of his neck, your heart has never felt warmer.

thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! please leave a comment/reblog if you did! xx

(apologies for any typos, i only skimmed this before posting, also sorry for not posting for so long my brain is Messed Up(tm) rip in peace)

#mm #mysme #mystic messenger #hyun ryu #mm zen #mysme zen #zen x reader #hyun ryu x reader #mm hyun ryu #mm headcanons #zen

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aw-eather · 5 years ago

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Heather Watches SG1: s2ep22 Out of Mind and s3ep01 Into the Fire

Ah two of my all time favourites. Maybe even THE favourites. They’re just SO good. Also my shipper heart cannot take it but we love torturing ourselves here so lets go.

I’m gonna try and do enough that y’all get at least one post a day and scheduel them to go up periodically :)

This go very long so I hope it posts properly.

Ooooh mysterious tank

I mean honestly this was suspicious from the get go

Don’t trust this guy

JACK

YOU’RE ALL WET JACK

Is he?

Are they dead tho? Are you sure? Cause that sounds fake...

You see, the year is now.............. 2077

CREDITS

Teal’c looks all big and scary but really he’s a precious boy

End credits

TERYL ROTHERY

honestly that device looks very Star Trek

Missed opportunity to make a 69 joke

Girl he has been asleep for 79 years he probably remembers shit all

Good boy, answer nothing. Don‘t trust the random men that woke you up

thats not sarcasm, I don’t trust them either

“the rest of the facility” riiiiiight

Wizard of Oz reference

38 teams is a lot of teams

MMMMMMMM sounds FAKE

DON’T TRUST HIM JACK

General whats his face just dropped something on the ground

STARGATE

Jack is handsome

Me: I’m gay

Jack O’Neill: Yeah sure ya bethcha

Are ya just? What makes ya think Jack can help? he’s been asleep for 79 years

Tok’ra mind probe

Benefical alliance my ass, what did they ever really do for the Tau’ri??

Except promise to send a ship when they “had one available”

So thinking of Sam right now would be BAD Jack.

NOX

I LOVE THE NOX

WHAT CUTIES

look at them, they’re so sweet

Jack stop thinking and showing them shit

Could be a great weapon but the Nox are peaceful and beautiful and I love them

LITTLE GREY ALIENS WITH THE LITTLE GREY BUTTS

Thats a big ship

This is the only “look at all the shit we’ve managed to do so far” episode that is actually any good

Why don’t we meet the Furlings?

I wanna meet them

They sound fluffy

I love the baby asgards look at ‘em so cuuuuute

Kathrine! You’re great girly

“Touch it” *Jack touches it without knowing what it does, could die*

Jack waving his gun to touch the molecules seems like a bad idea

Yeah let him rest stop bullying him

purple goop

stop the pruple goop Jack

purple goop is never a good thing

Oh look... ANOTHER tank

DANNY BOY

Please cover your nipples

I don’t wanna see your man nipples

A third tank... funny that

SSSSAAAAAAMMMMMM

Funny how none of them are ACTUALLY dead

LIES WE’VE JUST SEEM THEM

Get these people some clothes

leaving her wrapped in a blanket is rude

Blanket looks like a mat tbh

BRATAC

SKARRA

Daniels hair is so bad in this episode I’m not sorry its HORRIBLE

He has a SHIELD Jack

FUCK YEAH JACK THROW THAT KNIFE YAS

HATHOR

I love Hathor hosts

She’s great honestly

Sam and janet and the girls kicking ass is the best

RIP Hathor

No seriously Daniel’s hair is BAD

Teal’c

JANET

ah yes, unusual

Teal’c is so passionate and caring about his friends I love him so much

THREE FUCKING WEEKS?!?!?!?!

janet is such an angel you can’t convince me otherwise

Are they tho?

Yeah he would but Teal’c with do anything for his F A M I L Y

Well he will leave

Aw Teal’c I love you with my entire heart

That zoom in on the patch is nice

YES JACK STOP THE GOOP

Nice kick!

BYE TEAL’C I LOVE YOU

AWW THIS EXCHANGE IS SO NICE

AW THE SALUTE BABE NO THAT HURTS MY HEART ITS SO SWEET

#SorryNotSorry but Jack looks so fucking good in this outfit

Like... he looks sooooo good

God I am questioning my sexuality left right and centre today

But seriously can he dress like that more often?

Go get ya girl, Jack!

Oh look... not the SGC

WHO WOULD HAVE EVER GUESSED

Serpant and Horus guards! :O

STOP THINKING BABE

THEY GONNA FIND YOOOOOU

SAAAAAAAAAM

BEAT THIS GUYS ASS AND SAVE. YOUR. GIRL

O U C H THAT WOULD FUCKING HURT

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHOULDER RUBBING

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHE IS TOUCHING HIM

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD FOLLOWED BY A MEMORY OF HIM NEARLY DYING

SHE’S STILL HOLDING HIS SHOULDER

STARING AT HER NAKED BACK

TRYING NOT TO STARE AT HER NAKED BACK

HE IS SO IN TROUBLE

HE FANCIES HER SO MUCH

I MEAN SAME

she also looks good but like he looks better???

GRABBING

WALL HOLDING

HANDS TOUCHING SHOULDERS

PINKY CURLED IN SO HE DOESN’T TOUCH BARE SKIN

COULD HAVE MOVED BUT ISN’T MOVING

THEY WANNA HOLD EACH OTHER

DEAR GOD

sorry I’ll stop with the caps

I just physically cannot with those two

i love them so much

and i hate how they were treatd

Hathor you idiot,

SUANNE

LOL Jack

Servants in the royal court? Yeah sounds great

Rude Jack

lol the pat on the shoulder Jack you dick

uuuuuuhhhhh didn’t notice before how HOT IT IS WHEN HATHOR RUNS THE IDC REMOTE UNDER SAMS CHIN AND THE LOOK SAM GIVES HER I-

ACK SNAKE

I hate them the same way Jack does tbh

they make me squirm

Give it to Daniel. Why is Daniel the only one that never has a snake in him... wait...

sorry but I just wanna talk with the national captions institute...

Alright! On to Into the Fire!

DAVIS

MAJOR DAVIS I LOVE YOU

MY FAVOURITE

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN IF THINGS DO FALL TO SHIT WHENEVER YOU’RE THERE

Dramatic zooooom on Hathors name for E M P H A S I S

CREDITS

I love how Hammond is like EVERYONE is saving SG1

How DARE you, Daivs. They are THE team, rude!

I love that everyone steps forward because everyone loves SG1 but also everyone knows you don’t leave anyone else behind.

I love Hammond

MARTIN WOOD :O

He is a great director

Ew snake

Jack still looks fucking good

Jack now is not the time for sass

Give it to Daniel. No one cares

Sam is like “I’m not scared bitch bring it”

Of course it wants Jack

Poor Jack

Why is it always him??

You tried, buddy

Sam’s hand on his CHEST PLEASE JUST GET MARRIED

TEAL’C

BRATAC

Sam literally hates watching Jack in any pain

Poor Jack

Hathor fuck off

What exactly was the point of ripping his shirt? It makes no difference to the snake going in the back of HIS HEAD

oh gross

i hate it

I hate it so much

ugh the chills I currently have

Suanne Baun is super pretty though

YAS TOK’RA LADY

WE RESPECT AND LOVE YOU

Another Wizard of Oz reference

Sorry Daniel looks so bad

its the hair honestly, the little dorky fringe

Sam’s hair, on the other hand *chefs kiss*

Yeah but he’ll be fine, Tok’ra lady saved the day <3

YAS GIRL

NOOO Poor Tok’ra lady

Sorry fam, I forgot her name lol

Sam pulling that jacket on, Sam in a jacket thats a little too big for her , Sam in a white shirt.. Sam

Yeah they are Teal’c.

Dead and false and dead... or is he???

Hand dance

Energy barrier is in the way, boys continue to shoot

oh no shooting towers of death are never a good sign

And of course Daniel got hurt so we have to baby him for the rest of the fucking episode jfc just sit him down somewhere and Sam and the rest of the teams can do the hard work... again

Cool Tok’ra tunnels are Cool

Lol Daniel being sassy (oh its just a deep, bleeding gash, it’ll be fine) lol sorry he is funny when he’s sassy

I’m sick of your army already, Hathor

OOOOH a barrier

Hammond is awaiting

Why do they give them such short time periods to do shit? Like they know things go wrong literally ALL THE TIME

Like “hi you have 24 hours to go into a SECURE, GOA’ULD FACILITY, RETRIEVE THREE SG MEMBERS AND GET OUT. PIECE.OF.CAKE”

6 hours is a long time to sit on your hands and do nothing tho. Ah well might as well go and save the boyfriend

The president can suck a rotten potatoe

Davis, you can’t really argue with him, he outranks you about 4 times

Sam’s sleeves are too long and baggy and its SO CUTE

GO SAM

SAVE THE DAY

BUT SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND FIRST

Hammond visiting Chulak

because he’s an angel baby

and the best dad ever to his four kids; Major Dr Science Space Baby, Sassy Grumpy Fruit Loop and Sam Carter Loving Space Baby, Warrior Gentle Giant Space Baby and Annoying, Doesn’t know shit, Archaeologist Space Baby.

Yas Teal’c, spill that tea

I will join you, bb

Hammond in a toga will also join you cause he a babe

and he needs your help cause Davis said No.

HAMMOND OF TEXAS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER I LOVE IT

Sam: I’m gonna go and shut this shield down

Sam: but not until I have tried to save my Future Husband.

Poor Tok’ra lady

Hand on chest again

Fucking Hathor man

Go away boo, you’re ruining the moment

Stop hurting Sam

YAS JACK FUCK YES I LOVE THAT

I love his response to it too

Like the shock and fear

This hug goes on a long time

I know he’s cold or whatever but like...

and I know he’s in shock and so is she a bit

he’s doing it for her as much as him

but they’re STILL hugging

They literally never do this again

Its so sweet because after this its just... nothing? Like POV happens and then Upgrade and Divide and Conquer and they go ah fuck we can’t hug anymore so all we get is platonic shoulder holding and using shoulders as pillows. The closes we get to a hug is Death Knell and emotional trauma Threads. I want a REAL hug

And he holds her arms for ages and helps her up

Wow they’re so fucking in love this hurts

“Found ‘em” Jack stop so cute

C4! Who’d have thought it

Ah shit they’re surrounded

He still looks good

They BOTH look good

They make a great couple

Nope, not really but its what ya got so you’re gonna have to deal with it

This general guy is a bit of a dick

Thats right Sam, don’t listen. Good job, Danny boy.

Only 1? Thats not a lot of time

Get out there, Jack! Buy that time

Gun Bum! (if you know Sanctuary, you’ll get it)

He’s really not doing a great job of pretending to be a Goa’uld

Its really not impossible

ex-goddess lol

“She’s Gone. She is no more.” I’m honestly shocked people didn’t shoot him more often

I love him tho

Thank god, thats good timing

Hammond is IN. HIS. ELEMENT

There is no way she heard hiom say now but she still knew. I love them. I love how well they know each other and they’ve only known each other a little over two years

Time to KICK SOME ASS

JAFFA YAS

ooh coming in from behind, sneaky

YEEHAW

OH HAMMOND YOU PRECIOUS BABY

Sam going straight to Jack and it looks like she goes to put her arm around him.

I hate them ffs

Bra’tac and Human fuck me thats so cute

Sam’s smile when they see Teal’c and Hammond is Gorgeous

and Hammond patting her on the back! stop! I love Space Dad and his idiot Space babies.

Final Thoughts:

Seriously guys this is my favourite Final and First eps of a season.

100% one of my favourite two parters, if not my all time favourite two parter

Great direction, good story, excellent bad guys, good acting, just enough suspense with out being too drawn out, something for everyone, comes of the back of a fun as fuck episode (1969), Hammond has a big part, Davis is there, lots of cute Sam/Jack and of course, Daniel’s Elf Hair.

Also the Tok’ra are actually useful in this one which is SHOCKING

Lemme know your thoghts friends, I’m excited to hear them!

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animeprinces-imagines · 5 years ago

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Has anyone requested cuddling headcanons for the STARISH gentlemen? If not, may I?

You’ll be the first one to request this, dear anon!! I hope you enjoy ~ (rip to this post it’s been in my drafts for like a millennium im so sorry skks)

also rip there’s some spicy stuff on ren’s im sorry i had to do it to ya !!! everything is gender-neutral tho uwu

Cuddling w/ STARISH -

Natsuki -

This boy is the Ultimate Cuddler

expect to be absolutely crushed by him

despite being v tall he’ll love being the small spoon

with you as his backpack !!

gets super sleepy when you cuddle

so he’ll probably fall asleep

if he doesn’t though

then he’ll ramble about everything on his mind

so just listen to the sweet boy

please

Tokiya -

lazy ass motherfucker–

IT’S CUTE AND DOMESTIC THO I PROMISE SKSK

like he lies back on the couch with his arm over the back and you snuggle up to his side

and sometimes he leans down and gives you a forehead kiss

and you’re like “omg toki-”

and he’s like “what i did nothing who are you talking to?”

omg if u fall asleep in his arms tho it’s

GA ME OV ER

he goes mega soft and just snuggles into you

but is also panicking lowkey like “ARE THEY COMFORTABLE OH GOD”

Cecil -

omo a snuggle bug !!

whins 25/8 for cuddles i P RO MISE you

“baby/babe/princess/prince…. come hold me”

“cecil im busy-”

“P LE A SEEEEE”

if you give in you’re never leaving his arms btw

“cecil i can’t breathe-”

too bad

he likes to lay on your chest and purr,,,, we stan a whole ass cat boi

also he falls asleep in .5 seconds so don’t expect to be leaving that spot anytime soon whoops

Ren -

ok so like… how does one explain this….

ren doesn’t ASK to cuddle… he just DOES IT… the bde of this man am i right or am i right

like he’s sitting on the couch and you walk by and he just reaches out and pulls you into his arms

he LOVES LOVES LOVES your neck

so like,,, he snuggles into it and kisses it and smirks when you get ticklish or shy

“just relax, kitten”

easy for u to say bitch

¾ times,, cuddling leads to making out,, which leads to,,, u guessed it

like one second you’re just snuggling aww uwu we stan

and the next second you’re riding dick like it’s your last day on earth

what who typed that

Otoya -

cue me ugly crying up in this bitch yall

otoya doesn’t evER ask to cuddle bc he’s too shy

one time he tried to and got bright red until you finished his sentence for him

god he loves cuddles tho pls give him ALL OF THEM

he likes when you lie on his chest and snuggle into him

his heart goes doki doki ok bitch it’s so romantic they could make a whole ass starish song based on it

he’ll rub your back softly and hum to you !!! ugh !!! a boyf !!

“a-are you comfortable”

“yes, otoya, that’s the third time you’ve asked in the past minute”

“just checking”

Syo -

snuggling almost always happens one of two times

when yall are binging prince of fighting

aka you guys throwing popcorn at each other and syo shushing you every time hyuga comes on screen

but then a big scene comes up and syo is clinging to you and the cuddling just happens naturally

when you’re in bed about to sleep !! omo !!

he’ll spoon you (idgaf if you are 6′7 he is the big spoon/backpack im SORRY)

and he’ll be blushing so much omg you can practically feel the heat from his cheeks on your neck

but gOD he loves having you in his arms so don’t comment just snuggle closer and hope to god his heart doesn’t give out

was that too far

Masato -

masato has a purity ring like the jonas brothers that says he can’t cuddle before marriage im sorry

IM JUST KIDIDNG PLS DONT HARM ME LMFAO

anyway masato LOVES tired snuggles

when he’s exhausted from practice or you’re worn out from your long day

and the two of you just,,, comfort each other

and he’ll whisper sweet words in your ear omg im weak

he holds your hand too and rubs his thumb over your wrist

his favorite position is any where you can put your head on his shoulder

HE’D NEVER ADMIT IT THO

it’s obvious tho so that’s how u usually end up!! we stan !!

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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being taken care of when you are sick

Marvel

Warning: terrible title and could not think of any other one srry

Requested: By anon can you do scott lang x sick!reader? thanks. :)

Authors Note: i LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE my scotty boi he is just perfection✨also i made this headcanons, and it is very fluffy and sweet that it might cause diabetes. also a little warning if ur a single pringle like me this will prob cause u sadness and prob make u cry cuz of reality

ps my requests r opened again but this time i am only allowing stranger things, spider-man far from home, and gabriel reyes requests atm so if u request something that is not part of these fandoms that i listed i will delete ur request, i will explain more of this in another post but for now this is like a lil announcement

he knew the second you got it

he had this...feeling...

for real this boi knew before you

you were not right and you missed like a very important meeting with the avengers and shield so there must of been something up

you are a terrible mess

nose dripping like a waterfall? yeah. eyes red and puffy like you rub dandelions on them? correct again. throwing up like you ate the worst burrito on the planet? oh yeah, it was bad

you even had a temperature

YOU WANTED TO DIE

texting scott: “this is it for me babe. rip. im done for. i think im dying and im like not okay

scott knew something was wrong about you and the whole time he was a worry wart

scott lang: what do you mean ur dying??? how could this be?

why is he so dense sometimes smh

you have to calm him down

you’re groaning and moaning all day; watching cartoons and wishing the sickness would go away

of course you go to the doctor and you got a virus!!!

YAY

when you come back home you find this at your apartment

you phone dings and you chuckle at seeing scott wanted to cuddle

sniffling as you hug the phone in pure bliss but then you ruin the moment with a horrendous snotty sneeze

he calls you before you sleep to make sure you’re okay and not dead; also he loves to give his baby a good-night call and make sure you are calm and safe

but when you wake up in the morning and check your phone

you are bombarded with 100 TEXTS MESSAGES FROM HIM

you’re kinda a little shocked and impressed that he can type that much and that fast

you try to tell him that day that you are fine and you can take care of yourself but he is not having it

he took the day off to spend it with you and to take care of you

when you open the door to greet him he looks at you worryingly while you are hyperventilating on the inside because you look like a hobo

“wow babe you look like oscar the grouch”

you put and hide your face, “thanks babe” you say sarcastically

he chuckles as he was joking and brings you in for a hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back and kissing your neck

“i don’t want you to get sick”

“its okay babe i never ever ever get sick, and if I do well then there’s a reason for me to stay home”

he makes sure that you stay laying on the couch and he does everything for you

i mean E V E R Y T H I N G

he even tries to bring you to the toilet; like physically picking you up and walking there....uh...no...

“put me down scott lang or so help me god i will flush you down myself!”

he makes you breakfast in the morning and rubs your tummy and tickles you on your head as you two binge watch your favorite shows and movies

its all about you

but the medicine part;;;;;;;;;gosh yikessssssssssssss

you keep persisting and persisting that he has to chase you, but in the end he wins and ends up shoving the medicine down your throat

“i have a cure babe and its from luis. he showed me this trick.”

you’re curious as to what luis showed scott, it could be anything!

as you wait for him he pops out like a ninja and *gulps* attacks

“what the f-”

he shoves his fingers in your nose that are covered in a stinging goop

you choke as he keeps torturing you and it just burns like crazy!!!

you back away and point an accusatory finger at him, “you evil man,,,what did you just do to me? i feel violated!”

“i gave you the hispanic rub down, now you’ll definately start to feel better with this amazing invention called vicks.”

it takes everything out of you not to kick him out of your house. but he makes it up to you by putting you on his lap and wrapping a sheet over you two and reading his sciency books and plans to you making you fall asleep into his arms

you wake up to his humming of your favorite song. giggling as you see him shake his toosh a little

turns out he’s making soup for you

you stretch and wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his back. “how do you know how to make this?”

“well when cassie is sick i make her this and this seems to cheer her up”

as the soup is cooking he makes you take a shower

you groan and moan and just do not want to. he picks you up and flings you over his shoulder as gives you a bath and puts your comfy pjs on you as well.

you’re all med up and comfortable in your pjs as you wait for your soup. he brings you soup into your favorite mug which says in bold black letters, “never trust an atom. they make up everything.”

you two cuddle and chow down on some yummy home made soup as you watch rom-coms

he stays the night with you and makes sure that you fall asleep first, taking care of you every step of the way and letting you fall asleep on his chest✨✨✨

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ff15trashgoldenslumbers · 7 years ago

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just found your blog and i spent all night going through all the posts. this is a QUALITY blog my friend! would you please have the chocobros S/O getting in an argument with them,and being unable to speak to them for a month since they left on a mission. on the last day when their supposed to be back, the S/O set up a romantic dinner as an apology, but by 3 am their still not back and they go to bed crying. Wake up the next morning being spooned to death. (its a lot i know but im a sad snowflake

There shall be no sad snowflakes on my watch! NONE!!! Only happy ones! Also guys make sure to sleep! I love sleep as much, maybe even more, than Noctis does, rest. Lol

~~~

You smiled as you sat the plates on the table for tonight’s dinner. You sweethearts favorite and it actually looked and smelled delicious, a soft hum coming from your chest. Before you darling left, you both had a horrible fight, one that left you so angry you didn’t even sleep in your shared bed the first week he was gone.

After week two you finally moved back into your bedroom and cuddles his pillow something fierce, missing him. Often spending hours draped in his clothing or wearing something of his out. You wished so bad that you would be able to text or call him to apologize but he was gone on a mission and cellphone use was rather difficult to use. So you had to wait, and give him the proper apology when he returned home.

At 6:48pm you set the plates on the table waiting for him to come home, give him a big kiss and show him the nice little dress you purchased just for him, that you hoped would be on the floor by the end of the evening.

At 9:12pm dinner sat on the table untouched, and your phone rested in your hand awaiting a text, he should have been home 3 hours ago.

At midnight, you put out the candles on the table and the wine back into the fridge. The ice in the wine bucket melt hours ago.

At 2:56am, you phone finally died, so you sat at the table in the dark, your mind racing with the horrid last conversation you had. You didn’t even tell him that you loved him when he left, or give him his goodbye kiss. Maybe this was it, you no longer had him.

At 3:03am, your dress was on the floor not in the way you wished, one of his t-shirts covering your body. You clung tightly to his pillow as you let your tears fall until you finally fell asleep.

~~~~~

Noctis

When the Prince stepped into the apartment, he had flowers at the ready. Have talked it over with Ignis, and the man suggests that the two of you sit down and talk it over. Only for the man to stop and stare at the kitchen table and seeing the two plates waiting there, neither touched and long cold.

The prince moved through the apartment, it was already 7am, you would have more than likely already gotten up to get ready for the day. Or maybe you left…

He panicked, tearing through the apartment, only to come to the bedroom, and finding you in the middle of the bed holding tightly to his pillow and wearing his t-shirt. He nearly tripped over the dress on the floor as he began to undress before crawling into bed and holding you impossibly close.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You wheezed as you felt something laying directly on your chest, you hardly ever slept on your back, and this extra weight made it feel like you had a courel on your chest. You moaned weakly, opening your eyes only to be greeted by spikes of navy in your mouth and nose.

“Noct…”

You were greeted by a huff.

“Noct, sweetie.”

A nuzzle to your shoulder and a tighter hold.

“Noct let me roll over.”

You were given a small window, but in that window, you managed to roll and cuddle the man, so that he nuzzled comfortably within your chest. Your arms wrapped tightly around the man.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered pressing a kiss to his forehead, pleased to have him in your arms again.

~~~~~

Prompto

He was so sleepy, but still, he dragged in that cute little Moogle doll he found dressed as a Chocobo, Prompto seriously made Ignis do a U-turn so he could pick it up.

It was rare that either of you got into a fight, this actually being the third one the two of you had since you started dating since high school. He was so upset that he couldn’t reach out to the entire time they were gone and apologize. He honestly felt tears start to fall when he saw dinner waiting for him, and your untouched plate beside it.

He quickly rushed into the bedroom, finding you in the bed, holding tightly to one of the large stuffed animals you both owned. Pulling the plush from your arms, he replaced it quickly, fully dressed in his travel attire, littering your face with kisses as he held you close.

You huffed and snorted, pulling back as you felt the assault only to be greeted by the tear-stained face of your boyfriend. “Pompom?”

“I…i’m sorry.”

You reached up wiping his tears away, only for them to start falling from your eyes, “I’m sorry too.”

The two of you smiled weakly, as you clung tightly to each other, pressing lazy kisses to each other before falling back asleep.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“Babe?” Gladiolus called as he entered the house at 5am, you’d normally be getting up to go jogging. “Babe?” He called again, did you already leave?

He stopped looking into the kitchen, only to find your plates on the table. You wouldn’t leave the house like this while going out. “Babe, Y/N? You here?”

As he moved through the house, the man slowly removed his clothes, he would need a shower. Moving into the bedroom to get something else to wear to bed he stopped finding you curled up on his side of the bed, laying on his pillow much how you would the man should you both share the bed.

As he moved over to the bed, he noticed the slight wheeze you’d give when your nose was stuffy and mascara running down your face.

“Babe…”

He felt so heartbroken that he let you go to bed crying for more than a month, and you made him a large meal and he didn’t even show up. You were absolute perfection and look at what he did. He went to move you into his arms, only to stop, he really, really needed that shower before he could touch you.

Five minutes! It took him five minutes to wash and dry, his hair still wet and he may not have dried all the way off, and he’d deal with a shirt later, he needs you in his arms now! As softly as possible, he managed to clean your face, and adjust you to his chest.

“I love you so much.” He whispered a kiss to the top of your head.

“Gladdy.”

He maneuvered slightly only to find you still asleep.

You huffed, snorting yourself awake, only to notice the heavy weight around your waist and squeezing. You reached out tapping at Gladiolus pecs, tapping out, only to have the arms release you as you panted softly.

“Sorry babe.”

You smiled giving him a loving pet from where you had to tap out from his aggressive cuddles, “Welcome home.”

Gladiolus hummed, dragging you up to kiss you, “So I saw that little number on the floor.”

“Yeah, guess you’ll have to take me out so that you can rip it off me, big guy.” You purred as he moved to your shoulders, exposed underneath one of his tanks.

“Tonight then, because all day, we’re not leaving this room.” He smirked as he heard you moan softly.

Apology accepted.

~~~~~

Ignis

Ignis was the last one home, he had some last minute items to handle at the Citadel. Plus he wanted to find something for you, he hadn’t gotten a chance to apologize before he left, so by the time he returned home, the sun had begun to peak above the horizon. He expected for you to be long asleep.

As he moved into the kitchen to put the food he would use to spoil you tonight, he stopped to see your body at the kitchen table, head resting on your arms, one of his old button ups on your body, two plates covered with a cloche.

“Oh, my love.” Ignis crooned as he placed down the groceries in the fridge before moving over to you. Moving your chair back, as he leaned forward pulling you into his arms, cradling you close as he pressed a kiss to your temple, making his way to the bedroom, stopping as he looked to the beautiful dress on the bed, nicely pressed and waiting to be put on.

He maneuvered you to one arm, holding you impossibly close out of fear of dropping you as well, as he picked up the dress, hanging it on the back of the door, before moving you to the bed, only for you to awaken.

“Iggy?” You muttered weakly.

“Hello, My love.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Iggy.” You cooed reaching up to hold him close, pulling him into a hug.

“Allow me just a moment to undress.”

You gave a playful whine, but released the man with a kiss, as you settled into bed. Only to be pulled into his embrace the moment he reached the bed, your eyes closing, as pressed another kiss to your forehead.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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sunnysidewrites · 7 years ago

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Neighbor!Woozi

based on this post hehehe

i just fed yall TWICE. in the span of just 2 DAYS!!! AND THEY’RE BOTH MORE OR LESS THE SAME LONG ASS LENGTH!!! yeah that’s right i went overboard again gtg

happy happy bday to the lovely admin bee of @mansaeboysbe you are such a beautiful person inside and out, and im incredibly proud to know someone like you :’))) i’ve already sent a bday message to you so im not tryna redo it LOL but just know that i love you a whole lot and i always will! 💗💗💗💗💓💓 (she’s also the same person who gave me those beautiful headers on my mlist so please give her tons of love <333) love you sm hub hope you have a wonderful and fantastic day!!!

*to all the mutuals with bdays that have either passed or are coming up, i love you all SO FREAKING MUCH so pls dont feel left out!! it just so happened that i wanted to write this au for a long time and i wanted to present it as a bday gift for this jihoon stan hehe but i rlly love each every single one of u ok babes? <333*

warnings: i feel like i dragged this on for too long but i hope it’s still cute :’)) also i put in a joke like twice LOL anyways lil wooz only gets tongue-tied around you so you become his muse for songs

You were looking for a place to stay in bc “I am a grown adult i am not living with yall anymore” you @ your parents

And they’re like lol ok Good Luck Kiddo

After a month and a half of deeeeep searching you finally find a reasonably priced place to live in

It’s quite a distance from your parents’ home but it’s the point of you moving out to begin with

On the move-in day, you’re carrying your boxes up to your new apartment complex and you hear some tunes drifting from your next door neighbor

And you’re like hey this is actually really good music but i’ve never heard of it

You shrug it off and continue settling in

Once you finished hauling your boxes, you were about to pass out on your couch

Ok you actually did pass out on your couch

But you had to unpack some necessities later that night for bathroom and bedroom purposes

All you had for dinner was pop in some instant ramen and call it a night. You then hopped in the shower and got ready for bed

The following morning it was primarily you unpacking and shifting around your furniture a little but it was challenging by yourself

You were making a good amount of noise and in the middle of the day you were met with a very loud knock on your door

And you were in the middle of unpacking your kitchenware so you were like oh shoot ahh i’ll be right there!!

Little did you know your next door neighbor wasn’t having any of it

Can’t I get some peace and quiet around here? He grumbled as he impatiently waited for you to open the door

I swear, I’m gonna tell them off they won’t even knOW what will hit--

You finally opened the door, and he’s like oh. My gosh.

You had a few pieces of hair sticking to your forehead and your hair was tied back in a messy bun

You were dressed in a faded coral tee underneath a pair of worn-out denim overalls with house slippers

Everything he planned to complain about suddenly vanished and his first thought was:

“Is that Pikachu on your front pocket?”

Apparently he said that aloud, which he didn’t register until he saw you giggling

“Yeah, it was a hand-me-down! Still cute, right?”

And he’s kinda still just staring at you with his mouth slightly agape

And you’re like oh right ahem did you need anything?

That’s when he notices the utter mess behind you: plastic covering still over some of your furniture, half-emptied boxes littered in almost every inch of the floor, etc.

And that’s when it hits him: all that noise was you unpacking

“O-oh yeah, I just,, wanted to let you know that it was getting a little loud since I live right next door”

He silently curses at himself like i almost went off at my new neighbor rip that wasn’t gonna be a good first impression

Luckily for him, you were chill about it and you’re like omg sorry!!! It’s a little tough doing this by myself, sorry for the ruckus

Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “do you need any help?”

Jihoon internally: u doofus u have an album to produce whAT ARE U DOING

Jihoon externally: i can help you :))) no matter how smol i may be

But that internal reprimanding melted away when he saw your eyes light up in relief and you’re practically bouncing up and down

“Would you, really??? It would be great if I had another hand around! Oh, but you’re probably occupied doing something, right??” and you feel bad that a stranger, your next door neighbor nonetheless, was about to abandon his work just for you

A cute neighbor, at that

Jihoon is like ok this is your chance to get away and go back to work cmon man

But there’s just something about you that pulls him in magnetically and he finds himself trying to reason internally that it’ll just be for a “few moments”

Yyyeaaahhh that doesn’t happen lmao rip Jihoon’s songs

Jihoon is just like “nah it’s fine I can help out for a bit” and you’re like god bless this human being

When you open your door further to let him in, he’s like oh right btw I’m Jihoon

“I’m y/n! Sorry about the mess, I only got here yesterday evening”

He shakes his head and quirks up his lips ever so slightly, “i remember when my place looked like this too except replace this space with music production things”

And you’re like ooOOoOoOO you make songs??? That’s amazing!!

And that’s when you got the ball rolling!!!

“A few moments” turn into hours and the next thing you know it’s dinnertime

“Oh crap sorry for keeping you for this long,,, those songs won’t produce themselves, right? I think I can take it from here”

Admittedly, jihoon didn’t wanna leave just yet bc he actually enjoyed your company and it was nice taking a break from staring at his screen frustratedly

“Well, I don’t mind helping out. I could show you my work one day if you want”

And you’re like holy cheeseballs yES

He starts getting up and brushing off his clothes and you’re a little sad that he’s leaving and he kinda is too :(

“If you’re not too busy tomorrow, you’re welcome to help me out more! I mean, you already helped me a whole lot today, but there’s still some things left to do”

As much as his brain is telling him to NOT DO IT,,,,

He does it

Next thing you know, jihoon is at your door again around the same time and he has something in his hand

As you let him inside, you ask him what it is and he’s like ;))))

“It’s a CD that compiled just a few songs I thought you might like”

And you’re #shook bc did he really just have a CD like this out in the open or did he really take his time yesterday to transfer songs on it??

“Do you have a player or a laptop?”

“Yeah, my laptop is on my bed, you can bring it out here!” You shout over your shoulder as you arrange your things in the living room

Shortly afterwards he emerges from the hallway and he presses a few buttons and clicks here and there and beautiful melodies ring out from your speakers

You can’t help but stop rustling to take in the sweet tunes and you’re just like :’))) have i heard anything so beautiful??? :’)))

One of the songs sound vaguely familiar and you realize it’s what you heard when you first arrived here

“Did you actually produce this??? This sounds like an actual song you can hear on the radio”

And he’s like yep made by yours truly!!!

He was only using “yours truly” half-metaphorically if you know what I mean ;)))

You keep bouncing to all the catchy tunes and swaying to the soulful ones

And in all honesty, seeing your reactions makes Jihoon feel really warm and even a little proud bc it’s one of the biggest reasons why he loves his job so much

He makes eye contact with you and you’re like :D and he’s like ahEM COuGh coUGh i’m gonna dust this shelf over here

He suddenly stands up and busies himself and you’re like ???? okie dokie

He’s a real help around the place and you’re practically done settling in

As you survey your fresh living space, you can’t help but feel a little…. Disheartened?

Bc it was actually really fun to have him around even while he made blunt remarks about your taste of decorations

“This looks like something my five-year-old niece would have”

“For your information, I got that from a five-year-old!! It’s cute, alright!”

You spent the past three days with Jihoon unpacking and talking about whatever comes to mind

Jihoon is pretty devastated that he has to go back to his makeshift studio in his room as much as he will never admit it

He eventually leaves your place and the both of you are just sad little puppies

From then on, every time you pass by each other, you greet him with a friendly smile and wave and you never fail to make his heart skip several beats

You don’t talk as much as how you first started bc he’s gotten much busier trying to mass-produce a lot of songs

For some strange reason, every time you hear a melody coming from the other side of the walls, you feel like you’re somehow connected with him

Well, except for the muffled cursing LMAO

And sometimes you would also hear several male voices at once and you’re guessing they’re his friends or the people he’s working with on the song, but based on their friendly banter and the constant run-throughs, it’s probably both

You would hear the same melody play over and over again, and you’re guessing he’s stuck on a certain part of a song as he tries to recreate new melodies from that point on

“aaAAGHGHHHGGHHHH” *deep sigh* me trying to overcome writer’s block LMAO

This would happen for about half an hour and you can’t help but wanting to reach out to him, but you’re not exactly the most musically-inclined person sadly

When he ultimately calms down, he goes back to working on the song until he finally gets the results he desires

More often than not, you fall asleep from hearing the slow ballads he creates with a smile on your face

Lil Jihoon does try to visit you and vice versa!! He sometimes shows up with random food and more CDs and you’re wondering just how many songs has this guy produced in his lifetime??? He looks around the same age as you but he’s probably produced 26+ songs by the way he packs a decent amount on each CD

Usually his excuse to sharing a meal with you is that “the guys brought over too much and i have a ton of leftovers that i can’t finish by myself”

In reality, he stared at a restaurant’s menu and contemplated for about twenty minutes about what you would like. This guy’s got dedication not just for work

“Would it be weird if i get fried chicken?? Maybe just a bowl of noodles?? What if soup is better??? It would give weird vibes if i bought drinks too, right?? Or should i just go ahead and buy them???”

Regardless of what he buys, you’re eager to eat anything and everything with your fav neighbor *wink wonk*

You feel bad when he would do that though, so you try to return the favor every so often as well

One time, you ordered some takeout but the servings were waaaaay bigger than advertised and you’re like Idea!! Let’s head over next door!! So you took the plastic bags and put in some drinks before heading out the door

You knocked on the door and that was when you heard light chatter on the other side of the door

You’re like sldjfljds i hope im not interrupting anything aaa mAYBE I SHOULD JUST LEAVE--

Too late, someone’s voice rang out “I’ll get it!” and next thing you know, the door swings out to reveal a face you’ve never seen before

“Oh, hi!” He says a little surprisedly but with a smile nevertheless

“H-hi, umm,,,, is Jihoon there?”

The guy is nodding his head in the direction of the back hallway, “yeah, he’s in the bathroom” and that’s when he looks down at your hands and his eyes instantly light up

“Omg did you bring food?? You’re so thoughtful!! Come in, come in!!” and before you could protest he literally drags you in and you’re met with a bunch of other strangers who are staring back at you like :oooo????

“Who’s this?? Jihoon never mentioned someone coming over today,, AND YOU CAN’T JUST DRAG SOMEONE IN THIS ISN’T YOUR HOME”

And you’re like ya i didnt know either lmao

You’re awkwardly shifting on your feet and praying jihoon will pop up instantaneously bc you’re gonna melt in embarrassment

“I just wanted to give him some of this,” you hold up your hands to gesture your food, “since it’s too much for me to finish on my own”

“Oh that’s cool! Some of the other guys are actually out to get more lunch, but food goes out fast with all of us here,” another guy says as he pats your shoulder reassuringly. “Well, since you’re already here, you can join us!”

“I-it’s ok! I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything, I just wanted to deliver this,,, I’ll get going” and you’re about to zOOM outta there but the same guy who ushered you in is like nO DONT LEAVE

“We’re taking a lunch break, so it’s cool if you join us! I’m Soonyoung” and he’s like :DDD and you’re just like ,,,, what a hyper guy but i like him

Everyone goes around to introducing themselves

you do a headcount of 8 and you remember there’s more guys getting food for them,,,, holy heck how many people do they have???? You’re about to introduce yourself after them but then

“Soonyoung, who was at the door--” a familiar voice calls out in the hallway before he emerges

And jihoon is like dsljLSJDF what the hELL

“Y/N??? What are you doing here???” *side eyes soonyoung*

And everyone’s making eyes at each other like waIT WAIT THIS IS Y/N???

“Soonyoung dragged me inside”

“Gdi soonyoung, how many times do i have to tell you that you can’t go around dragging people to join us???”

This guy who you think is named Seokmin pipes up, “yeah he does this all the time at our workplace too. A lot of our coworkers always end up extending their stay for far too long” and you’re nodding slowly like yeahhh i can see that happening

Soonyoung’s eyes are widened and he turns to jihoon like “is this the y/n that inspired your recent so--”

And jihoon is quick to cover his mouth so his voice is all muffled

“aHahaAHHAH soonyoung’s always the joker, april fools day!!! Let’s set the table, the others should be back soon”

jihoon whispering to soonyoung: you better sleep with one eye open tonight boi

And you’re like uhh alrighty :)))???

About twenty minutes after you’ve arrived, there’s another knock on the door

Soonyoung is practically bouncing on his way to the door and you can hear more unknown voices

They’re filing in and they suddenly stop and look at you like wait what

Them: :o????

You: :))),,, what up

Jeonghan briefly explains the situation to the guy who came in the door first and you’re lowkey intimidated bc he seems to be eldest and looks like he could beat you up to a pulp

BOY WERE YOU WRONG

After jeonghan tells him, he breaks out into this gigantic, cute gummy smile like welcome!! :DD i’m seungcheol! And the other guys behind him follow suit

Jeonghan’s like “this is,, y/n” and everyone tries to be subtle and nods like they didn’t hear jihoon babble on and on about you for weeks

You: ok why do yall act all weird when my name is brought up whAT DID JIHOON TELL YOU

Them: i would tell you but i don’t wanna die just yet sorry dude

Jihoon, somewhere in the kitchen: SET! THE! TABLE!

You end up staying there for a pretty long time, bonding over the whole feast you have and it’s really lively and fun, not to mention super loud with 13 guys in the same room,,, but you’re genuinely having a good time

Jihoon would glance at you nervously occasionally to check on you if you’re uncomfortable in any way

Jeonghan, who’s sitting next to him, notices jihoon’s eyes are practically glued to you and he’s like “is this the part where you confess your undying love and propose”

And jihoon is like shUT UP NO WHAT this chicken tastes great *quickly chugs down water*

You look back at jihoon sometimes and see he looks flushed but it’s not like he’s drinking alcohol

“Jihoon are you feeling ok?? Your ears are bright red” which obviously makes them redder rip

“I-i’m fine,, wow is it hot in here maybe it’s just the spiciness of the chicken let’s open the windows”

You eventually leave them as much as they protest and even try to get Jihoon to guilt trip you (unsuccessfully)

“Don’t leave just yet y/n!! You should stay, right Jihoon???”

“Huh?? O-oh yeah, I mean, you can if you want,,,,, we kinda need to work though”

Everyone’s looking at jihoon like bro wTF are u kidding me

Rip reader i can feel your heart drop :’(((

You’re feeling slightly dejected but you nod understandingly. You’ve already stayed far longer than you anticipated anyways, and work comes first for Jihoon

“Yeah, I totally get it! Good luck on the album guys!” You put on your shoes and close the door

When they finally hear your own door close, they’re attacking jihoon like

“SO Y/N IS THE ONE BEHIND ALL YOUR SAPPY LOVE SONGS HUH!!!”

“I knew it, the lyrics just suddenly got cheesier -- there had to be someone behind all of that”

And jihoon is just praying you won’t hear what they’re saying like “SHUT UP THESE WALLS ARE THIN”

Back at your apartment, it suddenly feels much emptier and lonelier

“What am i doing,,, I just met the guys for like two hours???”

You sigh and you try to busy yourself doing other things but you hear a loud commotion on the other side of the walls with just a bunch of incoherent shouting

You smile and laugh to yourself when you think about how close they all are

Your smile slowly fades when you start wishing you wanna be close to Jihoon and you’re like snAP OUT OF IT!!!

A couple of weeks pass by uneventfully but you notice that Jihoon has gotten more reserved around you

It’s just him being bashful around you and he panics every time he sees you but obviously he doesn’t want you to know that

You’re standing at your little mini balcony and admiring your cute little cactus plants

Just as you start thinking about him and his wellbeing, you hear your name and you’re like wHO’S THERE

You look down and see Jihoon staring back at you and honestly he looks like he’s awestruck by your whole beauty bc seriously everything you wear always looks super good to him

[insert photo]

(also pretend he’s holding plastic bags)

He holds up his hands and you’re laughing bc you know exactly what that means

“Come on up!”

There’s a knock on your door promptly afterwards and what do you know!!! It’s the man himself!!!

It’s just funny how the both of you have this ongoing routine that you know what to expect

When you let him in, he places the bags on your table and quickly smiles to himself when he sees your laptop on your bed

You and Jihoon both mindlessly do your respective roles as usual

He slowly comes out in the living room with your laptop and he’s like “so the album is pretty much done now,,, i can’t release all of the songs yet but there’s one i want you to listen to. I’ll show you after we eat”

You’re like ooo im excited and you start catching up with him as you’re eating

You can’t contain your excitement any longer, so as soon as you eat the last bit of your food, you’re like “oKAY SHOW ME IT NOW” as you’re restlessly shifting on your legs

He nods and pulls up the media player on your laptop. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before pressing play

It’s a melody you’re quite acquaintanced with after hearing it countless times at night, the same tune that lulls you to sleep

You have high expectations for this song, and surely he surpasses them with flying colors

You’re enjoying the song and telling him “wow this is a really good song!” when suddenly some lyrics catch your attention

You hear something about messy hair pulled back, ruffled clothes, eating meals

And you’re like huh that sounds a lot like us haha is that supposed to be me??

Jihoon is avoiding eye contact with you and looking down at his fidgeting hands as the song progresses in its later verses

The lyrics talk about wanting to develop a deeper relationship, one where “it’s okay to tell me anything, your hardships and desires. I just want to see you smile” and you’re like wait,,,,

And one of the final lyrics says something about “i can’t help feeling like this, will you accept my hand?” and you’re like wait wait w a i t

The song comes to an end and silence fills the room

You’re not sure whether you should speak up first or wait for him, but either way you’re speechless and wouldn’t know what to say anyways

Jihoon clears his throat awkwardly and stumbles on his words poor bby

“S-so, yeah,,,, I’ve been working on this one the longest,,,, umm do you,,, like it?”

But you know better that he’s not just talking about the song

“Nah sorry man i’m not interested”

“O.”

April fools kiddos ofc you are

“....yeah. I do like it”

And he finally brings himself to look at you and he’s like !!!!! really????

“Wait, for real??? You actually like it???”

He’s pretty much paralyzed in shock and all he can do is watch your hand move towards his and hold it

“I like it a lot, Jihoon :)”

He blinks slowly and he can’t fight the grin that spreads on his face as he grips your hand back

“I’m accepting your hand now heehee ^^”

“Okay let’s not talk about that”

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houseofspiderwebs · 7 years ago

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all for the botanical asks my string bean

o my....this is gonna take a while (thank you my son)

baby’s breath: 5 things you associate yourself with: procrastination, goats, sweaters, any kind of cat lady-related product, and a deep hatred for summer

bleeding heart: what makes you heart go mushy? cats, doggos, puppers, i have such a soft spot for cute things in general

bell flower: what’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy? idk if there’s any songs that make me feel...joyful, per se, but Dare by Gorillaz is a fuckin banger that makes me want to jam tf out

evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)? hrrgh tbh i don’t listen to songs to make me fall asleep? if anything i’ll listen to ambient sounds, but mostly i either listen to ASMR videos or nothing at all

forget-me-not: who is your favorite blog who isn’t following you? uhhhh either @sergle or @iguanamouth bc they’re both cool and funny and gr8 artists -puts lips on microphone- PLEASE NOTICE ME

daffodil: what is one plant that you want to have but can never get? oh gosh i love succulents theyre so cute !! but they’re hard to take care of and i had one once but it died. i’m terrible at taking care of plants. i’m the worst plant mom. (also the water on campus is absolute shite)

calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening? rain rain rain rain raIN RAIN RA--

foxglove: what is your favorite color and in what shade? it varies, but i always dig a rly deep shade of purple

lavender: what is something that you’ve always wanted to be/have/get but can never have? -emo voice- a sense of purpose. jk i’ve always wanted to be a bazillionaire with a bigass mansion that has changing staircases and secret rooms and a dUNGEON

love in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember? i was trying to buy ice cream and realized i was gonna be late for work, so i took a bus but missed my stop and got off and ran and my mom came and picked me up and brought my work uniform and i was late for work and realized that my shoes weren’t on and they took $99 out of my paycheck and i kept trying to call my mom but my phone wouldn’t work and i woke up and my teeth hurt.

daisy: what is your favorite flavor of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice? blue, butter pecan (fight me i’m an old lady), and pineapple

painter’s palette: are you more of a singer, dancer, painter, or instrumentalist? i suck at all of these, but i sometimes play instruments. not as much anymore tho.

tulip: what is your most favorite make-up product? do you like it more natural, dark, or etc? idk i have a nice ass liquid lipstick that’s like, BRIGHT red and i dig it a lot. it depends on the day tbh, i’m not that good at makeup so i usually go natural, but i also love vampy lip colors and dramatic eyes.

waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person? butterfly and cat although i also love doggos

sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why? my favorite is no bake cookies. i could eat 50 of those fuckers. but in general i’m not a huge fan of sweets, i love dark chocolate bc it’s not as sugary.

sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid? fairy. i was gonna pick mermaid but if a fish touched me i would scream

sweet pea: what would you like to call your significant other? i call him the normal sweetie/sweetheart/babe/etc. but i also call him my grizzly bear

sea lavender: can you swim? which strokes can you do? not to brag but i can do a killer doggie paddle

windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why i like them: o boy.... @unflatteringcatselfies (because this is great and everyone should follow this blog) @dailyrowlet @pokemon-personalities (both cute blogs that always cheer me up) @call-me-zero (you’re kind enough to reblog my shitty original posts and selfies bless u) and @bipositive because i love being a bisexual

golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook? cook i guess even though i’m not that good at it

bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children? i don’t want any

peony: what is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you? “we respect your boundaries and also accept that you’re bi” (whoops that was depressing)

prairie gentian: do you have a significant other? yes

september flower: are you more of a sunshine or sunset person?

bird of paradise: do you wake up early? do you sleep early? i have shit sleeping habits and tend to stay up until 2-3 and sleep in until 11

marigold: what’s your favorite tea? i loooooove ginger tea

peruvian lily: what are the names of your pets? orphie and sunshine ♥

hyacinth: do you name your plants? yeah but i don’t have any at the moment (rip planty devito)

lilac: would you rather sleep and be cozy or hang out with your friends? sleep. always. (this is also why i don’t have friends)

poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is? i love dipping things!!!

dandelion: any special talent that you have? i’m ridiculously good at picking out voice actors in cartoons/anime which is the most useless talent ever

#thank u again i love answering these and havent gotten one in a while #also i hope nobody feels bad i love so many blogs #sunshine-boy-apollo

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lauramkaye · 8 years ago

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Fic: Storage War

Based on a prompt by @kat-har. Archive post will follow shortly!

“You really don’t have to do this,” Phil said, hovering in the doorway.

“It’s really fine, babe,” Clint said, pulling out another box and coughing at the cloud of dust that billowed off it.

“I promise I didn’t ask you here intending to pawn off all the work. Maybe you could take a break until I—”

“Phil. It’s fine. It might just as well have been me getting called in.” Clint smiled at him, hoping it was reassuring. “I came to help, I’m gonna help.” He waved a hand at the storage unit, piled high with the detritus of Phil’s childhood and teenage years. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about just throwing it all in a U-Haul and driving it to New York—”

“Ugh,” Phil said. “No. We’d end up storing it for another decade before we found the time to deal with it.”

“Then let me help you,” Clint said. Reaching out, he snagged Phil’s hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, scraped a little from where he’d barked his hand on the wall trying to get the rusted padlock open. “That’s what marriage is all about, right? For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, for clearing out thirty-year-old storage units…”

Phil chuckled, turning his hand to cup Clint’s cheek. “I don’t remember that part in the vows.”

“It was right before the part about worshipping each other with our bodies,” Clint said.

“Ah, my favorite part.” Phil bent to kiss him, quick and soft. “I’ll be as fast as I can.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Clint said. “I’ll have fun. Maybe if I’m lucky there’ll be baby pictures.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “More likely to be awkward, pimply middle-school pictures.”

“I bet you were adorable. Go, help catch the bad guys while I work on sorting the greatest fashion hits of the early 80s.” He reached into a nearby box and pulled out a “Frankie Says Relax” t-shirt. “I think I might take this one home.” Phil laughed. “Just remember the size of our apartment when you’re deciding what you want to keep,” he said. “I’ll see you for dinner.”

“Sure thing.”

Clint smiled to himself as he watched Phil leave, then settled in to continue working through the massive pile of stuff. Phil had ignored the storage unit containing the contents of his mom’s house for decades; he’d still be ignoring it, if the facility wasn’t closing down, slated to give way to a new block of hipster lofts or something. So Clint, being a good partner, had taken some leave time and joined Phil in Wisconsin to deal with it.

They’d already worked through the furniture, picking out a few pieces to keep and donating the rest along with most of Phil’s mom’s clothes and personal items. What was left was mostly all Phil’s things. Honestly, Clint was kind of looking forward to going through them; he’d never known Phil as a kid, and there was something precious about seeing his carefully packed boxes of comics, the handmade quilt in red, white, and blue stars, the worn and ragged ear of a much-loved stuffed bear.

Clint had prioritized the things it would be easy to sort: outdated clothes that wouldn’t fit them, furnishings that had seen better days, an ancient cracked clock radio. The comics were easy, too, in the other direction; Clint wasn’t sure if Phil would want to keep or sell them, but he knew Phil would want to go over the collection in more detail.

He set aside a box of 8-tracks, humming Devo to himself, opened a box labeled “notebooks” in neat block print, and stuttered to a halt, blinking rapidly.

The box did contain a number of three-ring binders and spiral notebooks, but that wasn’t all; right on the top was some sort of comb-bound, copy-shop booklet which bore on the cover an overblown illustration of Captain America. Cap was tied to a post, his uniform shirt ripped to highlight his bulging muscles, and a masked Hydra goon was threatening him with a gun while cowering away from Peggy Carter, who was wearing a military uniform and brandishing a laser gun that Clint was pretty sure wasn’t historically accurate. Above Cap’s head, a hand-lettered title proclaimed the publication to be called “Rule Britannia.”

“Oh my god,” Clint said, and dove into the box with glee.

Some time later, he’d examined a remarkable number of Captain America fanzines. The earlier ones were general-purpose, with articles about Project Rebirth and the European Theater and, in one case, a painfully adorable letter from a fourteen-year-old Phil about the importance of the Howling Commandoes and Peggy Carter to the success of the SSR during the war. Later on, though, the general zines gave way to more focused ones, and Clint had to hold back his joyful giggles by main force. He’d found baby Phil’s stash of secret erotic Captain America fanfiction.

Best. Day. Ever.

Surprisingly, Phil’s interest seemed pretty evenly split between seeing Cap with Peggy Carter and seeing him with Bucky Barnes. Clint would have predicted Carter all the way, based on Phil's deeply nerdy obsession with her (and it was deeply, deeply nerdy, like, topic-of-his-graduate-thesis nerdy), but apparently Phil's appreciation for a smart-mouthed sniper was of longer duration than Clint had previously realized.

Tempted though he was, Clint didn’t take the time to read the stories; there just wasn’t time. He contented himself with thumbing through the zines, looking for bookmarks, stray notes, or other signs that might show him which ones had been Phil’s favorites. Unfortunately, Phil seemed to have been just as meticulous then as he was now, and the zines were in remarkable condition for their age. Clint set the last of them aside in a pile and picked up one of the spiral notebooks.

It had Cap’s shield on it, of course, and was well used, the corners worn and the spiral starting to work its way out of the top. Clint smiled, flipping open the cover. He felt a pang at the sight of younger Phil’s handwriting, recognizably similar to the way he wrote now, but more cautious, the letters formed deliberately as though Phil had been trying hard to keep it neat. Then he stopped looking at the page and started reading it, and he had to stop and clutch it to his chest in delight.

Phil hadn’t just read Captain America fanfiction. He had written it.

Clint sat his ass down on the dusty concrete floor of the storage unit and started perusing his treasure.

Honestly, if Clint had ever considered the question he would have said that baby Phil’s stories would feature a thinly-disguised version of himself. Fictional Phil might be a previously unknown Howling Commando, or maybe some other kind of ally—a soldier, or part of the French Resistance, or a British spy—who came through in a tight spot to save Cap’s life and/or mission. (Which wasn’t really that far-fetched; it was pretty much the same kind of thing that adult Phil did for his agents now.) Possibly the stories might have ended with Cap showing his appreciation by inviting fictional Phil to bed, or at least with a manly embrace of gratitude. After all, wasn’t that was what teenage stories were for? Trying on scenarios, writing about the life you wish you had. Clint hadn’t been much for writing as a kid, but he’d sure as hell spun up enough daydreams, trying to fall asleep when it seemed like every inch of his body hurt. Daydream Clint was the star of the circus. Daydream Clint had a family who loved him. Daydream Clint had money, had a home, was the best archer in the world.

Daydream Clint had lived a life pretty much like the one Clint had now, actually, if you swapped out the circus for SHIELD. Clint kind of wished he could go back in time and tell his skinny, scared teenage self the good news. Stick with it, kid, things will turn out great for you one day.

Anyway, Clint wanted to know what Daydream Phil was like. Phil, being Phil, had helpfully dated each of his notebooks, so Clint piled them up in order, grabbed the earliest one, and started reading.

An hour later, he set the next-to-last notebook down, rubbing at his eyes. For all that Phil’s zine collection ran to happy romantic endings, the stuff Phil had actually written was pretty much the opposite. Clint knew—he’d known for years—that Phil’d had trouble as a kid, trying to reconcile his bisexuality with his dream of going into the Army. But Clint had never expected to see all of young Phil’s confusion and anger and hurt and fear projected onto stories about his boyhood hero.

The Steve Rogers in Phil’s stories was pained and unsure, in love with Bucky and Peggy both and struggling to find a resolution that didn’t hurt either of them. The plots were pretty clichéd, and the prose was a bit overblown, but the emotions came through clearly. Steve Rogers, as Phil had seen him, felt like he had no good choices, torn between Peggy, Bucky, and his moral obligation to fight Hydra. If he went with Bucky, he lost Peggy and neglected his duty; if he went with Peggy, he lost Bucky, and felt guilty for allowing society to dictate who he loved. Just because he loved a woman, that didn’t mean he wanted his choice of partner forced by anything but himself. Clint wondered why it had never occurred to Phil to put Captain America in a fictional ménage-à-trois. It would present a neat solution to the whole love triangle issue, at any rate. Although he supposed it was probably a lot harder to think outside that particular box in the days before the internet. Who was supposed to be the role model, Three’s Company? Ugh.

The last notebook was all one, long story, and it was the most heartbreaking of all. In it, Cap was pining for his two loves as per Phil’s usual, but every other chapter was a short story where Steve imagined what would happen in a different scenario. Clint read a description of Steve and Bucky leaving the Army to live together, their happiness soured by Steve’s guilt over leaving the war. He read an account of Steve marrying Peggy and Bucky marrying someone named Lorraine. The two men set up housekeeping next door to one another, named their children after each other, while Steve tried to use his real happiness to bury the part of himself that never stopped wanting Bucky. There was a chapter where—finally—Phil had considered the possibility of polyamory, and Steve daydreamed about a life where they all got a house together, where Steve had a wife and a husband both, but even in that fantasy world they spent their time hiding, from the Army or the press or the neighbors, sending Bucky on false dates to try to keep their secret. Not one of the scenarios had a happy ending, all of them going back to the same place: Cap, alone and hopeless and pretending everything was fine. The story ended as Cap was piloting the crashing plane, giving himself one final dream as the water rose up around him. He dreamed of Bucky being found, alive after all, and he and Peggy comforting each other. They’d be perfect for each other, Steve thought, brilliant and beautiful together, and they would have amazing children with dark wavy hair and maybe they’d name the first boy Steve.

Clint read the final lines of the story, his chest aching.

It was for the best, Steve thought, taking one last gasping breath before the water closed over his head. They both deserved the best. They both deserved a happy ending.

Clint closed the notebook and took a deep, shaky breath. He was not going to cry over ancient Captain America fanfiction, he wasn’t.

He might possibly be going to cry a little over the writer, though. Thinking of Phil reading all those happily-ever-afters but never able to bring himself to write one of his own…

“Clint? How’s it going in here?”

Clint turned around sharply as Phil came around the corner. Shit, how long had he been reading?

“What’s wrong?” Phil asked, his smile falling away as he saw Clint’s face. “What—oh.” He looked at the pile of zines and notebooks scattered around Clint, the tips of his ears going red. “Oh god, I thought I threw those away.”

Clint dropped the notebook and scrambled to his feet, crossing the cramped space in a few strides and wrapping his arms around Phil, holding him tight. After a moment, he felt Phil’s arms come up around him, as well, and Phil patted Clint’s shoulder tentatively.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked quietly, brushing a kiss over Clint’s ear.

Clint sniffled. “I’m fine, I just—Phil. The happiest ending you could think of was Steve dying so that Peggy and Bucky could marry each other? I feel like I need to go back in time and make sure Teenage You is okay.”

Phil was quiet, his arms tightening around Clint. “Oh,” he said, softly. “Yeah. I was… things were tough, when I was writing those.”

“I could tell. When I found the box, I thought it was going to be cute, you know? Funny.” Clint nestled his head into the crook of Phil’s neck, taking comfort in the familiar bergamot and sandalwood scent of his aftershave. “I thought I’d get to tease you a little, maybe. I never thought you’d be into writing tragedies.”

“I was a melodramatic kid,” Phil said. “I had a girlfriend, and I loved her, but I also had a wicked crush on a guy I was on swim team with, plus I wanted to go into the Army… I felt like every choice I had was wrong somehow, like no matter what I did I’d end up unhappy.” He stroked his hand down Clint’s spine, heavy and reassuring. “If I’d known then how my life would turn out, those stories would have probably been really different.”

“Yeah?” Clint made himself pull back enough to see Phil’s face.

“Absolutely,” Phil said, and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to Clint’s mouth.

“All I would have needed to see is you.”

“That you ended up with a husband?”

“That I ended up with a happy ending,” Phil said, and Clint had to kiss him again until they were both breathless.

They ended up taking the box back to New York, where it found a new home in the back of a closet. The story kept nagging at Clint, at odd moments here and there, until finally he scrawled a new chapter in the back of a steno pad, an epilogue where Steve woke up in a hospital, the war won, and Bucky and Peggy both there to welcome him, holding hands with him and with each other. He felt kind of silly about it, but also like he owed Phil’s long-ago self some kind of resolution.

When he opened the box to stick the steno pad in, he pulled up short at the sight of something bright blue. He picked it up; it was a sheet of blue cardstock, and mounted in the middle of it was one of the photos from Clint and Phil’s wedding. They were dancing, looking into each others’ eyes. They looked devoted and intent, blissfully in love.

At the bottom of the page, there was a message in Phil’s neat, blocky handwriting.

And they lived happily ever after.

#Daily Phlint #phlint #fanfic #fic prompt

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i-am-too-sick · 8 years ago

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@emetoprincess and I are at it again. This time, Nico and Will live out their lives through cute whumpy illness and injury scenarios. These are probably going to be too long, and from now on, I’ll probably post the rest on my AO3. This installment is a whopping 14k+ words, so brace yourselves. This is very self-indulgent and defies real world illness and medicine.

Nico set down his last box of clothes, dropping it with a flourish and stretching high above his head, grimacing as he pulled at the ache in his back, but still managing to smile at his boyfriend.

Or rather, his fiancé.

“Please tell me that’s it for today,” Nico said, rolling his shoulders. “At least I can sit down while we unpack. Wait—is the furniture even here yet?”

Will set down the box of plates and bowls on the kitchen counter, stepping over toward Nico and wrapping an arm around his waist, tilting his head to the side and kissing him softly.

“The movers said they’d be here by 4 this afternoon.” He said, smiling sheepishly. “So we’ve got a couple of hours to kill. I’m going to start unpacking for the kitchen, if you want to help. You can sit on the counter while I wash dishes.”

Will was so giddy about moving in together that little could put a damper on his mood. He was so excited to be taking another step to further their lives together that he’d sleep on the floor if he had to.

“I’ll help you dry,” Nico said, instantly perking up, looking around their cluttered living room for the box labeled ‘KITCHEN.’

Nico helped Will pull off the packing tape, handing him stacks of dishes to wash and starting up piles on the counter to start on when he was finished. Even combined, they didn’t have much, though Will was easily had more than Nico.

After a while, though, Nico had to sit, his legs wobbling beneath him. Taking Will’s suggestion, he hopped up on the counter, starting his own pile of dishes around him. “I think we’re out of room,” he said suddenly, smiling sheepishly as he dried the last dish precariously, the stacks around him a hair’s breadth away from his elbows.

Will steadied one of the stacks from falling over, offering Nico a hand as he hopped off of the counter, frowning as his fiance swayed on his feet. “Tired, babe?” He asked, steadying him by his waist.

Pausing, his eyebrows furrowed, and he raised his hand and laid it on Nico’s cheeks. “You’re a little warm, Nico.”

Nico ducked out from beneath Will’s hand, frowning a little. “Of course I’m tired. We’ve been moving boxes all day.”

He grabbed a hair tie from around his wrist and put his hair up, just to get it off his neck. He did feel a little overheated, but then been packing and unloading boxes since early that morning. “Which room do you want to tackle next?”

“We could start putting clothes away but I don’t know what else we could do without furniture.” He chuckled. “The movers should be here soon.” He assured, heading to grab the box of clothes and heading toward the master bedroom.

The apartment was definitely on the nicer side, with two bedrooms so that they could use the spare as an office—Will had lots of patient files and Nico had recently taken up painting. The kitchen was spacious, there were two functioning bathrooms, and they had a balcony. Will was incredibly excited, though Nico’s warmth worried him a little.

Dumping the clothes out on the floor, he opened the box of hangers and began hanging shirts, putting them in the closet as he went.

Nico sat back against the wall, ripping open a trash bag and began sorting through the mess. He’d been less concerned with his clothes initially, but now he took them out, folding them into neat piles, preparing to put them away once their dresser arrived.

It wasn’t tedious work, but his arms began to ache like his back had been, and after a while, they shook with the mere effort of holding up his shirts. He sighed tiredly, ignoring the dull pain making itself known between his eyebrows. “Hey, Will,” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence they had previously been working in. “Where’s the box with all the medicine?”

Will watched Nico as he folded, most of his own clothes put away rather quickly. He had joined Nico on the floor shortly before he’d spoken up, glancing up from where he was folding.

“I think it’s in the kitchen. What do you need? I’ll get it for you.” He said, already on his feet.

Nico looked tired more than anything, though his cheeks were flushed the slightest bit pink. “Not feeling too well? The flu has been going around.”

“I think I’m just sore from moving, though I’ll feel better once the furniture’s here and all the important stuff is unpacked.”

Nico blinked as Will stood, the blond’s sudden movements making him the slightest bit dizzy. “Hey, help me up,” he called after him. “I’m missing a box, it’s probably in the living room.”

Will stopped, turning around. He offered both hands to Nico, smiling at him. “Your hands are clammy. I think you have a fever.” He said, though his voice wasn’t accusatory. Wrapping an arm around his waist, Will kissed his face.

They went to the living room, Will heading to the kitchen and digging through a half empty box for their bottle of tylenol. He shook two out of the bottle and filled a glass with tap water, handing it over to Nico when he reached the living room.

Nico didn’t think he had a fever (shouldn’t he have been cold?), but he took the Tylenol anyway, anything to ease the aches and pains he felt from moving boxes all day. He finished the entire glass of water to appease Will who was staring at him skeptically, before heading into the living room while put Will put the medicine away.

He found his box easily, near a stack full of towels. Too tired to carry the box back to the bedroom, he plopped himself on the top of another box and began to unpack—carrying folded clothes would be easier and light than carrying the whole box. Nico was halfway through his box when a tickle caught him off guard and he turned quickly to sneeze forcefully into his elbow. He tried to ignore how it made his headache flare up again.

Will sat down somewhere across from him, but had to get up to let the movers in just a few minutes later, the truck opened up in front of the apartment building.

Thankfully, they didn’t have to do much work, as the movers handled it for them. Will carried a couple more of the boxes into the room and instructed them on where to move things.

Once they had headed out and everything was, more or less, the way they wanted it. Will dropped onto the couch, pressing a kiss to Nico’s head and smiling. “I love you.” He said, pulling him toward the couch and down onto his lap.

Nico all but melted into Will’s embrace, heaving a tired sigh. Half an hour into the movers arriving was when Nico began to wonder if maybe he was coming down with something after all. His whole body felt like it had been run over by a steamroller. He felt rundown and exhausted and cold—at one point he’d even asked Will to turn off the AC, only to discover that it hadn’t even been turned on today.

But Nico didn’t complain. Even with all the furniture in the apartment, there was still so much to do. Boxes needed to be unpacked and things needed to be put in their proper place. Their mattress didn’t even have sheets on it yet. “I love you too,” he murmured, twining his arms around Will’s waist.

“Let’s take a break.” Will said, smiling gently, “We can order a pizza and watch tv before we get up to finish some of the packing. We have all day tomorrow, too.” He reminded him, noting how rundown he really looked.

“We are taking a break,” Nico pointed out. He yawned, smiling sheepishly. “But yeah, there’s always tomorrow.”

Will pulled Nico fully onto the couch, getting up before going to grab a blanket from one of the boxes and plug the DVD player in. He stuck in one of the old horror movies he had, grabbing his phone before joining Nico again. “What kind of pizza do you want?”

After he was successfully buried beneath the blanket, though he was still trembling, Nico scooted over to make room for Will. He snuggled close, propping his head on Will’s shoulder. “I want pepperoni, with extra pepperoni.”

Will placed an order online, getting a large pizza and a sprite just in case the need arose in the next day or so. Despite the tylenol, Nico still exuded too much heat, and Will was sure that he’d really be feeling it tomorrow.

Once their order had been confirmed, Will tossed his phone aside and leaned back into the couch, pulling Nico into his arms. “I put in that scary movie you like.”

“You’re the best,” Nico hummed as the scene began to play, a dark house deep in the dark woods, surrounded by gnarled trees, the wind howling ominously.

Before he knew what had happened, Nico was blinking awake, having dozed off in Will’s arms. He hadn’t been asleep long, the movie only about twenty minutes in, but he felt so much worse than he had before he’d fallen asleep. He couldn’t place it, but he had a heavy sense of malaise and a bone deep chill that had him shivering in Will’s arms. “Do we have anymore blankets unpacked?” Nico asked hoarsely, looking up as the doorbell rang.

Will frowned as he returned with the pizza, setting it on the crooked coffee table along with the 2 liter of sprite. “Not unpacked, but I can get you one. You don’t sound good, love.” He said, shaking his head.

Grabbing another blanket, he draped it over Nico and sat down with a couple of plates. “Are you hungry? How’s your appetite?”

Nico shrugged and made a noncommittal noise. “I’m a little hungry,” he admitted, taking a plate.

He managed a slice and a half, before putting his plate back on the table, feeling distinctly queasy. He chalked it up to the grease and the insane amount of pepperonis he’d asked for, and buried himself back beneath the blankets, resting his head on the opposite armrest, and trying to concentrate on the rest of the movie. “How are you not cold?” he asked, sniffling. “’M freezing.”

Will ate two slices himself, half of the pizza harboring less pepperoni for himself. He was sipping sprite out of a mug when Nico spoke up, frowning again.

“Probably because you have a fever. It’s a good temperature in here. I really think you’re coming down with the flu. Hazel and Jason had it last week.” He added, not elaborating that Jason had spent a night in the hospital because he couldn’t keep anything down.

“It’s not that bad,” Nico said, and he meant it. Sure, he felt bad, but he didn’t think it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed with some rest. “I’m not that sick.”

He sneezed into the folds of blankets, reemerging with a sigh. “Do you know where the sheets are packed? I’m gonna go fix the mattress, and then I think I’m going to bed,” he said, though he made no immediate move to get up, steeling himself for the new aches he’d feel once he got up off the couch.

“Same box as the blankets—I’ll help you.” Will said, standing up and offering Nico a hand, waiting patiently as he shifted out of the covers before carefully pulling him to his feet.

Waving Nico in the direction of the bedroom, Will went to grab the box with the rest of their blankets and such, as well as the bag with the comforter, and brought it into their bedroom.

Depositing his blankets in a corner of the room, Nico rummaged in the box with Will until they found a matching fitted sheet and pillow cases. Moving sluggishly, he helped Will pull on the sheets and pillow cases, watching dazedly as Will tossed the comforter on top.

Nico was swaying by the time they were finished, with barely enough strength to stagger to the bed and sit on the edge. “Are you going to stay up for a while? I know it’s still early. There’s still pizza to clean up and boxes to sort through—”

Will let Nico settle onto the edge of the bed, moving to kiss him gently on the mouth. “I’ve got it covered. Go to bed, Nico.” He said, running a hand up through his hair and smiling. Pulling the covers back, he nudged Nico toward the pillows. “I’m serious, I can handle it.” He said, kissing his cheek.

Getting something more comfortable for Nico to sleep in, Will handed the pajamas over and then went to get him a glass of water to set on the bedside table. “I’ll be in bed soon, okay? You go to sleep.”

After Nico changed, Will’s words were the only invitation he needed. He sat propped against the pillows until Will came back, drinking the water greedily, trying to rid his mouth of the sour taste that had made itself known after he’d eaten.

He smiled sleepily as Will ruffled his hair, setting the nearly empty glass on the nightstand. “I would say sorry for getting sick when there’s still so much we have to do, but—” he paused, stifling a sneeze into the crook of his elbow, “but you probably brought this to me in the first place,” he said, sniffling.

Will smiled sympathetically, stroking his cheek. “I’m sorry, Nico. You’re probably right.” He admitted. “Just get some rest, okay? I love you.” He said, fixing the blankets over him. “I’m going to go get the pizza put away, I’ll come check in with you in a bit.” He said.

Only once he was sure Nico was comfortable and situated, Will filled his cup again and finally went to go clean up a bit. He put the pizza in the fridge, unpacking the rest of their living room items and getting the kitchen fully set up with appliances. Once most of the things were unpacked, save for boxes of clothes and a few other various things, Will finally retired to the bedroom, cracking the door open.

As tired as he was, Nico hadn’t slept much since Will left. After about forty five minutes, Nico woke up with the realization that he was going to be sick. He forced himself to sit up, if only so he wouldn’t choke, holding his stomach with one arm, while his other hand hovered nervously over his lips.

Nico tried to breathe deeply through his nose, to calm the churning in his stomach, though he wasn’t making much headway. Each breath only made his stomach roil more, its contents ever creeping up his throat. When the stream of light from the living room revealed Will standing in the doorway, Nico fixed him with desperate, pleading eyes.

Will’s years of medical experience kicked in, and without any sort of trash can at the ready, he took Nico by the arm and quickly guided him to the bathroom attached to their bedroom.

Nearly carrying his fiancé the last couple of steps, Will got him situated in front of the toilet before anything disastrous happened. Seating himself at the edge of the tub, placing a hand at the center of Nico’s back and rubbing circles. “Why didn’t you call for me earlier?” He asked gently, frowning as he tried to ease Nico’s nausea.

Nico shook his head, words failing him. He thought the queasiness would go away; he woke up and it was a hundred times worse. The trip to the bathroom had not been kind to him, his stomach contents sloshing nauseatingly.

He fidgeted uncomfortably under Will’s palm, his fiancé adding extra warmth to the already present heat licking mercilessly at the back of his neck. Nico’s slumped bonelessly over the bowl, his hands grasping the lid in a white-knuckled grip. His shoulders jolted with a hiccup, and he groaned as his stomach did another painful flip, thick, bitter-tasting saliva falling into the water with a splash.

Will removed his hand from Nico when he whined, turning on the sink instead and dampening a piece of paper towel, the only thing currently in the empty bathroom.

He had to physically resist the urge to pat Nico on the back as he brought up a mouthful of stomach acid, lying the towel on the back of his neck.

Nico gasped as the cool cloth was placed on his neck, a shudder rippling through him, producing a wet gag, more stomach acid falling into the water. At this point, Nico just wanted to cry—the exhaustion and nausea too much for him to handle.

His stomach gurgled suddenly, a sick belch resonating against the small, tiled bathroom. That’s all it took before he was heaving, his stomach forcing up a mouthful of the water he drank earlier. He squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach clenched, something hot and acidic splashing the roof of his mouth.

Nico’s shoulders rolled up to his ears as he gagged, the next thicker wave of sick leaving him after a deep, gurgling retch. The acidic smell of regurgitated pizza hit Nico’s nose in a flourish, and he heaved again, nearly emptying himself of the last of his dinner.

Will murmured gentle words of encouragement, seated close to do anything he could to help but keeping his hands tucked in his lap. Watching drove him crazy, finally grabbing another paper towel and dampening it, waiting for him to finish so he could help clean up.

Grimacing, he noticed vomit stuck in Nico’s bangs, moving to carefully tuck his hair back to avoid further messes.

It wasn’t much longer before Nico’s stomach was empty, though it still spasmed with nausea, producing weak retches that brought up only bile. Nico whimpered at the feel of Will’s palm against his back again, wanting the comfort no matter how small.

Exhausted, he rested his cheek on the rim of the toilet, sanitary conditions be damned. His whole body was shaking from the effort of throwing up, and tears pricked the corners of his eyes. His frame jolted with a hiccup, and he lifted his chin just enough to spit into the water, before laying his head down again.

Will rubbed Nico’s back, massaging his shoulders lightly as he finally began to relax. Taking his paper towel, he gently cleaned his hair, then wiped his mouth. “Yikes.” He said simply, stroking his hair back. “Do you want to brush your teeth, or take a shower? You can go straight to bed, whatever you want.”

Smiling sympathetically, Will flushed the toilet and made work of carefully fixing the tie in his hair. “You look exhausted. I got a lot of things unpacked, though, so you don’t need to worry about a thing.”

Nico did want to go to bed—anywhere was better than the bathroom floor—but his mouth tasted disgusting and his hair was a sweaty mess. He hadn’t felt cold since before he’s fallen asleep, and he couldn’t help but shiver violently as Will swiped the paper towel from his neck. Nico could tell he was feverish, his cheeks burning against the cool porcelain.

“Wanna brush my teeth,” Nico said, voice wobbling.

“I’m going to go and get your toothbrush, okay? I’ll be right back.” Will said, standing up. Quickly, he made his way to the living room, pulling open one of their remaining boxes and searching for their bathroom things.

He finally found the sealed bag with Nico’s few bathroom things, opening it up for the toothbrush and toothpaste, jogging back to the bathroom.

“Alright, here you go.” He said, rinsing his toothbrush off and handing it over to him. “Can I get you anything?” He asked, carefully helping him to his feet.

Nico would never say that brushing his teeth over the toilet was his proudest moment, but at least he didn’t have to stand—at least not until Will pulled him to his feet to rinse out his mouth. “Oh, god,” he groaned as Will helped him up, his reflection in the mirror fading out of focus. For several agonizing seconds, Nico worried he was going to throw up again or pass out—he was that lightheaded.

Rinsing his mouth, Nico turned and clutched his fiancé’s arm, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep himself upright without help. “I just want to lie down,” he said, leaning slightly into Will’s shoulder. “I’m dizzy, and I’m cold.”

Will wrapped an arm around Nico’s shoulders, pressing a firm kiss to the side of his head and smiling sympathetically. “Let’s get you to bed, then.” He murmured, walking him toward the room.

Turning the light off in the bathroom, Will guided Nico to the bed and pulled the covers back, helping him lie down. “Do you want some water? Or some more Tylenol?” He asked, stroking his cheek.

“I’m still nauseous,” Nico said, shaking his head. He sank back into the pillows, drawing the covers up to his chin and curling himself into a ball to keep warm.

Nico turned his cheek and coughed harshly, returning Will’s gaze with a tired one of his own. “I feel disgusting.” He groaned. “I have work in the morning.”

Will crawled into bed next to him, waiting for permission before wrapping his arms around him and drawing him closer to share warmth. “There’s no way you’re going to work like this, Nico.” He said, kissing his head. “I’ll get up in the morning to call in for you.”

Placing a gentle hand against Nico’s stomach, he rubbed in slow circles, hoping to soothe the pain. “You can take some tylenol once you feel a little better.”

Will’s hand, like before, had the effects of making Nico feel better and worse at the same time. The touch itself was comforting and warm, but the slow circular motion was stirring up his nausea. Nico kept it to himself, however, hoping the pros would outweigh the cons over time.

“I have four deliveries tomorrow,” Nico said, scooting over so his cheek was smushed against Will’s shoulder. “I was gonna come back here during lunch and help you unpack. You’re lucky you asked for more days off…”

“Someone is going to have to fill in for you. You can’t drive around delivering flowers this sick, Nico.” He said, kissing his temple. “You’ll crash and die. That’s not happening on my watch.” He said, shaking his head.

Continuing to rub his stomach, Will hoped that Nico would be able to get some rest. “You can lie on the couch and watch me unpack.” He said, “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“That sounds like torture,” Nico joked halfheartedly. “I want to help too. This is our place after all.”

Gently batting Will’s hand away, Nico rolled onto his side, pressing himself flush against his fiancé in his final attempt for warmth. He couldn’t seem to get warm, though he was sticky with sweat and undoubtedly feverish. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “it was making me sick.”

“We’ll see how you’re feeling by the afternoon.” Will said, kissing his head and moving his hand away from him. “Sorry.” He said, sheepishly. “Hate not being able to do anything. If you’re not feeling better by Monday, you can always come in to work with me and get a checkup at the clinic.” He said, nodding.

Eyes closed, Nico’s brows furrowed as he buried his face beneath Will’s arm. “You’re the only doctor for me, babe,” he said, pressing a feather light kiss against Will’s bicep.

Will stroked Nico’s hair back, sighing. “I know. But I’ll be working so I can give you a checkup. You look like you could be young enough to be my patient.” He teased gently. “Nobody would question it.”

Nico made a short pained noise as his stomach cramped up again, a vague return of nausea making itself known. “I wanna go to sleep now. I don’t feel good,” he mumbled, a shiver running down his spine.

Drawing the covers closer, Will nodded. “Go to sleep, Nico. Wake me if you need anything, okay?”

Nico almost made a quip about Will kissing said patient, but he let it go, opting instead to let himself fall asleep. And sleep he did, heavily, for most of the night. Will’s body was warm and soothing and everything Nico wanted now that he was sick.

He woke several hours later, the digital clock on the bedside table blinking large green numbers at him (apparently they had plugged in the clock, but forgotten to set the time). For a short while, he lied there, dazed, unsure what had woken him. It wasn’t until a thick belch escaped him that he had a split second to pull away from Will and prop himself up on an unsteady elbow, before he was vomiting again. Evidently, he had not completely ridden himself of the pizza, coughing up a mess of it on himself and on the bed.

Will, usually a rather heavy sleeper, blinked tiredly when Nico wrenched himself out of his arms. It took him a moment to realize what was going on, but then he heard the retching and was sitting up, dazedly.

Frowning, he held onto Nico’s shoulder, unable to do much but watch as he burped up another thick mouthful of sick, whatever he hadn’t gotten up earlier leaving noisily. “Shhh, shh..” he said, patting his arm. “You’re okay, just—just get it up, don’t worry…”

Nico could barely hear him over the sound of his own heaving, his stomach scraping the bottom and looking for things for him to throw up. Tears leaked from his eyes from the strain of his stomach turning itself inside out, his body wracked with exhausted tremors.

When he was back to spitting up saliva and bile, Nico managed to pull himself to his knees, the movement sending him dry heaving over his lap. His head felt foggy and he was confused, not even really aware how ill he was.

Climbing out of bed, Will turned on the lamp by the bed, flushing them out in a dim, yellow light. Frowning at the mess on the bed, he urged an exhausted, delirious Nico out of bed and onto the floor, stripping the sheets to avoid any vomit getting onto their new mattress.

Dropping into a crouch next to him, he took Nico’s wrist, feeling for his heartbeat and sighing when it came up rather far above average. “Hey, babe. Let’s get you out of these clothes and into the shower.” He murmured, going to carefully remove his shirt to avoid getting vomit on anything.

Nico let Will pull him to his feet, though his vision went dark and hazy the moment he was standing. “Will…” he whined, clutching his arm.

Without his shirt, Nico was so cold that his teeth started chattering. His chest was drenched in sweat, sending goosebumps over his skin, the cold seeming to permeate to his very bones.

When he came to the conclusion that Nico’s fever wasn’t dangerous, he turned the water on warm, sitting Nico on the closed toilet seat and waiting for the water to warm up.

Once the shower was steamy and warm, Will helped Nico strip out of his pajama pants and boxers before helping him under the spray, undressing himself and climbing in with him.

Nico huddled against Will beneath the flow of water, shaking like a leaf, and desperately wanting to get off his feet and back in bed. It hadn’t completely registered with him that the bed was out of the question, though the steam was cleaning up some of his congestion and helping to clear his head a little.

When the sick had been successfully washed from his body and Will had managed to rid Nico’s hair of the earlier mess, they climbed out of the tub, Will working to dry them off some. “Stop—stop,” Nico said trying to pull away, his hair still sopping. “I don’t care anymore. I want to go to sleep. I’m tired.” His shoulders jerked unexpectedly, the queasiness returning in his agitated state. “I don’t feel good,” he said again.

Will supported Nico as he tried to towel them off with the one towel that had been in the bathroom, from when they’d been showing the apartment. Frowning, he held onto Nico. “You can’t go to sleep yet, let me dry your hair.” He said, moving to towel his hair dry.

Fighting with Nico to get him clothed and dry was a battle, but he managed to get them both dressed, only having to push Nico gently over the sink once for him to heave up a mouthful of bile.

Guiding him to the living room, he laid a blanket over the couch and grabbed a trash can from one of the boxes, getting Nico situated and bundled up.

Nico rested on his stomach, his lower back aching from the awkward position, shivering enough to exacerbate his still present nausea. He couldn’t seem to get a handle on it, no matter how empty his stomach seemed. He was grateful for the trash can beside his head, having a feeling he’d be needing it again before the night was up.

His limbs tingled like he’d been electrocuted and heavy like he’d just run a marathon. His head pulsated in time with Will’s footfalls against the padded carpet, and he fought valiantly to keep from passing out. “I w-want some water-r,” his whispered, closing his eyes. “I feel s-so sick.”

Will definitely couldn’t help the concern seeping into him at this point, worrying that Nico’s future would be similar to Jason’s when he’d been sick just a week prior. If he couldn’t keep the water down, or his fever rose above where it was now, Will would take him to the emergency room.

Will retrieved a glass of water, helping prop Nico up so he could take a few sips. “Slow, okay? Or you’ll just throw it up.”

Nico surprised them both by cupping the underside of the glass and pressing it against his forehead. It was a brief reprieve from the heat he felt crawling on his face, though the rest of him couldn’t seem to stay warm enough, and for a while all he did was hold the glass in place.

Finally, he lowered it and tipped it back, drinking slowly, eventually pushing it away when drinking only made him feel worse. Already he could feel it creeping back up his throat, and he swallowed convulsively, tasting stale vomit and bile.

Will crawled over Nico on the couch, reaching over him to nudge the trashcan closer just in case. Nico’s grimace just made him nervous, and Will wondered if he ought to call it quits now to head to the hospital. The apartment was only a 5 minute drive from it, and even if Nico didn’t get worse, it didn’t seem likely that he’d get better anytime soon.

Stroking Nico’s hair back, Will frowned. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel any better?” He asked, voice gentle.

Nico shook his head miserably, falling over and holding himself up against Will’s arm. He was silent for a long time, eyes shut and brows knitted in discomfort as he fought off the nausea.

“Can you—can you just uncover me for a second?” he mumbled suddenly, words slurred and barely coherent. “Just uncover me, okay?” Nico reached for the one thing keeping the chills at bay and started peeling it off his legs. His eyes were open now, but they were unfocused and bright with fever. “Just for a second, okay. I just need—need to exist…”

The babbled, delirious nonsense was enough to give Will warning bells. Maybe this was more serious than he thought. “It’s okay, Nico—” he said, moving to help pull the covers off. “Hey, babe, I think we’re going to go drive to get you some medicine.” Will said, taking his hand and trying to get him to stop struggling.

“The blankets are off, see? I think you’re a little more sick than we thought. I think you need to get some real medicine since you can’t keep the tylenol down.”

Nico kept his head against Will’s arm, too tired to lift it any further. “I don’t have any enemies,” he continued obliviously. “I don’t know why they would curse me. D-D'you have enemies?”

He stopped babbling the moment Will coerced him to his feet, his body jackknifing as he wrenched himself toward the trash can, just in time to throw up his sips of water.

Will frowned, grabbing up the trashcan and pushing it into Nico’s arms. “Can you hold that, Nico? I need you to hold this.” He instructed gently, sitting him on the arm of the couch and making sure he was balanced before running to grab jackets and shoes.

Returning quickly, he tied Nico’s shoes, pulling on his own and wrapping Nico in a jacket, then the blanket from the couch. “There we go. I’m going to carry you, okay? Just try to hold onto the trashcan in case you feel sick again.”

Nico didn’t fight being lifted, swallowing audibly and clutching the trash can close as the sudden change in elevation shifted whatever contents remained in his stomach. He head slumped bonelessly onto Will’s shoulder, an immense heat rippling off his cheeks—the stark contrast between his temperature and Will’s was wholly apparent.

Not that he was in any state to voice them, but Nico had no complaints as Will placed him gently in the backseat of their car. Nico positioned himself so that he could lay down, his head hovering over the trash can on the floorboard. He was just lucid enough to know that if being lifted had upset his stomach, a moving car was going to be torturous.

Will kissed his temple firmly, wrapping the middle buckle around Nico’s waist and clicking it in in a desperate attempt to get them to the hospital as quickly as possible. Thankfully, the hospital was close. If he sped, he’d be there in less than 5 minutes, and the roads would be empty because it was the middle of the night.

Will climbed into the drivers seat and started the car, pulling out of the driveway and stepping on the gas. He was driving a little fast, definitely over the speed limit, making it to the hospital in a record of 3 minutes, pulling into his usual parking spot and putting the car in park.

As soon as Will’s foot was on the gas, Nico’s insides twisted, his stomach lurching. He dry heaved until they pulled into the hospital, collapsing against the seat when the car was finally put into park.

Unsure if he blacked out or not, suddenly he was being pulled out of Will’s arms, a cacophony of sounds from shouting voices to beeping and whirling machines reaching his ears. There was too much light, too much sound, too many people touching him and talking to him. He felt a big stick in his arm, and he wrenched away from the pain, only to lean over the side of the gurney and retch again, something pale and frothy falling past his lips.

Will carrying his fiancé into the emergency room was certainly cause for alarm, especially because, as a doctor, he was equipped to handle most things at home. Austin, one of the ER doctors, quickly ushered them to a cot, making rather quick work of trying to insert an IV.

Will had to force his arm down, stroking his hair back and trying to keep him calm. “Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He murmured.

“Will, hey, what’s going on, man?” Austin asked, taping down Nico’s IV. He had to admit that Will’s fiancé was barely recognizable; Nico was white as a sheet, his hair matted with sweat. “He’s dehydrated, Will. How long has his fever been this high? Hey—can I get a temperature read over here?” Austin called out to one of the nurses.

Nico leaned into Will’s caress, the small familiarity about the only thing he understood in the bustling hospital. He rolled over and rested his head on the cot, utterly exhausted.

“It must have gotten worse while he was asleep—” Will said, his voice laden with guilt. “He threw up around 9 for the first time—and he hasn’t been able to keep anything down, but I didn’t think it was that bad, he seemed okay until a few minutes before we left.” He breathed, stroking Nico’s hand. “His fever just recently got bad—”

Austin nodded as Will talked, slipping a pulse ox on Nico’s finger, checked his pulse (which was high), and his listened to his breathing (which was shallow). “It’s probably just the flu—didn’t you have another friend that was in here for the same thing like a week ago?”

“Jason, yeah. Nico’s best friend.” Will said, shaking his head a bit. “They had lunch a couple days ago, that might be where he picked it up.” He said, sighing. “I should have brought him in earlier, it just didn’t seem that bad…”

Austin pushed something into Nico’s drip, tapping it until it started a slow, steady trickle. “That should help with the nausea, we’ve already got him on fluids too.” The nurse handed him the temporal scanner and Austin gave a low whistle, turning the screen to show Will the readout of Nico’s temperature. “You said it wasn’t that bad earlier?” he asked incredulously. “Do you happen to know his medical history?”

“Are you going to give him something for the fever?” Will asked, turning to look at Nico, stroking under his cheek. “He’s anemic, but other than that I don’t know.” He said, frowning. “I don’t think he has any other medical conditions, no allergies.” He assured.

Austin hummed thoughtfully. “That’s probably it then,” he mused. “We’ll need to do some blood work, but for now I’m going to assume his blood count his down which is why this is hitting him so hard. I’m going to add some ibuprofen to his IV, though we’ll need to be on the lookout for intestinal bleeding—he doesn’t need that if he’s anemia.”

He placed his hand on Will’s shoulder, offering a sympathetic smile. “We’ll take good care of him, okay? He’s family now,” Austin added, waving his hand around to indicate the whole hospital. His smile turned sheepish. “I need to make my rounds. I had my nurse page Kayla, she’ll take care of getting you guys admitted for the night.”

Will nodded, stressed out, unable to help the anxious petting of Nico’s hair. He was wholly out of it, at least for the time being, and he just wanted to stay at his side as long as possible. He chewed his lip, the guilt eating away at his stomach as he nodded to Austin.

“Yeah, I can keep an eye on him…” he yawned, rubbing his eyes. “Go do your rounds, thanks, Austin.” He mumbled, sighing.

“Will…?”

Nico’s voice was quiet and weak, just on the surface of coherency. His stomach was killing him, the muscles taut and sore beneath his shirt. He was lying on something thin and cold, and everything from the sheen of sweat on his skin to the bitter taste in his mouth to the unnerving way his vision swam when he peeled his eyes open made him feel like something was wrong.

Will sat up quickly, frowning gently and taking Nico’s hand, squeezing. “Hey, Nico…” he breathed, moving to stroke his hair back.

“We’re in the hospital, you got really sick all of the sudden and I didn’t have much of a choice. You’ve had a rough night…” he murmured, stroking under his eyes.

“Feels like it,” Nico agreed with a sigh. “I feel awful. Sorry if I scared you.”

He rolled onto his side, grabbing Will’s hand and pressing warm lips against his skin. When he pulled back, he kept Will’s fingers laced in his, squeezing his hand and frowning. “I can’t really see right now, so I’m just gonna hold your hand for a bit, okay?”

“Don’t be sorry.” Will said, smiling tiredly. “You were just completely delirious at one point, it was kind of freaky. And you wouldn’t stop throwing up.” He sighed.

“You’re doing a little better now.” He said, smiling. “Austin is here and Kayla is about to come get us admitted. You just need fluids and rest. Do you need anything?”

“Is that why my stomach hurts so much?” Nico asked, groaning. “I feel like I did a thousand crunches. What do you mean by delirious?”

“Yeah, you were heaving the entire ride here.” Will said, drawing his fingers through his hair. “You’re going to have abs when we get out of here.” He teased, resting his elbow on the bed.

Nico offered a tired smile to match Will’s own. “For you to stay with me. A pillow would be nice too.” He pulled his arm from under his head, frowning as it gave some resistance. Squinting (he was still having some trouble with his eyes), he ran his fingers lightly over the crook in his elbow, only for his breath to catch, the color draining from his face. “Oh my god, is there a needle in my arm?”

Standing up, he retrieved a pillow and returned, tucking it back under Nico’s head. “It’s not a needle, it’s a tiny tube, they just use the needle to get it in your arm.” He said, taking his arm. “It’s over now, no more needles.” He promised.

“What time is it?” Nico asked. He propped himself up on his elbow, frowning as he got a good look at his fiancé. “You look exhausted, babe. Once Kayla shows up I want you to go home and sleep. You took off to stay away from work.”

His arm shaking, Nico lowered himself back down on the pillow, heaving a long sigh. “I promise I’m just going to sleep. Nothing’s going to happen.”

“Thirty seconds ago you said you wanted me to stay. I’m not leaving you alone overnight—nice try. I’m really good at taking power naps in emergency rooms, trust me.” He joked.

“It was worth a shot, wasn’t it?” Nico chuckled. “Sorry, I’m kind of lightheaded, so I’m not really paying attention to what I said thirty seconds ago. Don’t stress yourself out though, okay? It’s just the flu.”

“Mm, nice try, yeah.” Will said, nodding. “You know I’d never leave you alone here.” He said, shaking his head. Telling him not to stress out was completely useless, and Nico had to know that. With how completely delirious he’d been earlier, Will was a little bit terrified of how bad it might get. He wasn’t sure he could handle that faraway look again.

Despite being exhausted, Will pulled the covers over Nico, tucking them around him. “Do you think you might be able to handle some water?” He asked, turning toward the cooler at the end of the room.

Nico looked hesitant. “Maybe. I’m pretty thirsty, but I don’t know if I can handle throwing up anymore…”

“Just the flu.” Will confirmed. “You’ll be better in no time.” Standing up, he squeezed his hand. “I’ll get some water and you can try a sip or two and we’ll see how it goes. Austin gave you an antiemetic so it isn’t likely that you’d throw up a couple sips of water.”

Despite how weak he felt, Nico forced himself into a seated position, using the handrails on the side of the bed to pull himself up. By the time he was situated, he felt very near fainting, and his eyes kept doing this weird tracking motion that wasn’t helping any.

He slumped forward into Will’s unsuspecting arms, only half mindful of spilling the water. “Sorry,” he breathed into the fabric of Will’s shirt. “I wasn’t expecting to be this lightheaded. Is this normal for the flu?”

Will frowned, catching Nico’s arm, only a little shocked at the heat rolling off of him. “You’re really burning up.” He muttered, carefully propping the bed up and lowering Nico to rest against the pillows. “Don’t be sorry.”

Setting the now half empty cup aside, he swiped droplets of water off of his shirt and off of Nico’s blankets. “I think you’re more dehydrated than they anticipated. I’m going to go get my things and check you out myself.” He said, standing again. “Stay put, okay? I’ll be right back.” He promised, kissing his head.

Nico closed his eyes as Will set him back gently against the pillows. He didn’t feel good, but he didn’t feel that bad either, definitely not like he did when he’d been heaving up his dinner.

It was only after Will that Nico realized that he had no idea where Will’s office was in relation to the ER. As tired and sick as he felt, Nico was a little worried about being left alone in an unfamiliar wing of the hospital.

Kayla approached just a moment or two after Will ran off, frowning at Nico’s state and glancing around. “Sorry I’m so late, we had a trauma patient who was bleeding out on the table. I’m Kayla, one of the doctors here. You are Will’s fiancé, right? Austin said he was back here, but..”

It took Will a grand total of 5 minutes to make it to his office and back, but by the time he did, Kayla was already dampening a cloth and getting a cup of ice chips ready.

Nico’s eyes fluttered open as Will approached the bed, bleary and heavy-lidded. “What took you so long?” he asked, though not unkindly.

“My office is up on the third floor.” Will said, only slightly out of breath as he dropped back into his seat, giving Kayla an exhausted smile. She rolled her eyes, pinching Nico’s skin gently.

“Kayla showed up,” Nico mumbled, waving in the general direction of Will’s friend. “She said someone’s bleeding on a table.”

“Someone’s bleeding on a table? Yikes.” Will said, taking Nico’s hand again, his bag abandoned on the floor.

“Trauma-” Kayla said, before turning back to Nico and removing her gloves. “You are severely dehydrated, my friend. And very feverish. I’m going to go and get something for that fever that won’t affect your anemia and up the fluids. I recommend ice chips to help bring your internal temp down; it’ll be easy on your stomach.” She said. “You’re the third case tonight, but lucky for you, it seems to clear up within a couple of days.”

Nico blinked, confused. “What does my anemia have to do with—? Oh—ohhhh,” he said once realization dawned on him. “That’s why I’ve been so cold.”

Nico opened his mouth as Will fed him a spoonful of ice chips. It might have been endearing had it not been for Nico being too weak to hold the cup himself. “I thought the fluids were supposed to help with all that,” he mused, his gaze drifting to the bag of saline overhead. “Is it that bad?”

“I’m going to start setting an alarm on my phone to help you keep on schedule with your iron pills.” Will said, shaking his head. “And the dehydration definitely doesn’t help.” He said, moving to scoop up another bite. “The throwing up is probably the hardest on your body, though. Hopefully the antiemetics work well.”

Setting the cup aside, not wanting to overwhelm him, Will drew the curtain around his bed closed. “You should try and get some rest.” Will said. “Give the medicine and fluids time to kick in, okay?”

“Will,” Nico started hesitantly. “I’ve been out of iron pills for three months.” Seeing the look that flashed across Will’s face, Nico recoiled some, trying to backpedal. “I had an appointment last week to get a refill, but then we started packing and getting ready to move, and I—I skipped it.”

Knowing that losing his cool completely on his very sick fiancé would be a bad thing, Will took a deep breath and sighed. “Nico, I could have gotten you iron pills from the hospital. Three months? I know you need the prescription grade but you could have at least gotten the over the counter—seriously?”

Nico knew Will was upset, and he had every right to be, but that still didn’t change the feelings of hurt and regret he felt in knowing that his fiancé was upset at him.

“I-I know, it’s bad, and I’m sorry,” he said, looking down at his hands. They were shaking in his lap, so he tried to rein in his feeling of shame, swallowing back a lump of emotion. “I was feeling okay, and I. I don’t like depending on them.”

Will rubbed the bridge of his nose, chewing on his lip. He’d have to bring this up later to have a serious conversation, but he didn’t need to be stressing Nico out while he was so sick.

“You have to depend on them, Nico. It gives your blood the iron it needs to survive. I’ll get some before we leave here. You have to tell me next time you run out, though. That’s probably why you’re so sick.”

Nico suddenly felt sick to his stomach, though it had nothing to do with the flu. Will was upset with him, for completely sensible reasons, and Nico was going to get scolded later like he was some kind of child. He wanted to argue that the reason he was sick was because he’d had lunch with Jason, though in his heart of hearts, he knew he wouldn’t have been this bad off otherwise.

Clearing his throat against the rising emotion, Nico rolled onto his back, staring forlornly up at the ceiling. This was not the first night he envisioned when he’d thought about moving in with Will.

Scooting his chair closer, Will took up Nico’s hand, squeezing. “Hey, don’t do that…” he mumbled, poking his cheek. “It’s alright. Everybody makes mistakes. I’m not mad at you—we just need to keep up with your prescription more. I’ll help you, okay? I just hate to see you so sick. I just want you to be happy and healthy.” He said, bringing Nico’s hands to his lips and kissing his knuckles.

Placing a hand on Nico’s cheek and moving his head so he was forced to look at Will, the blond gave him a small smile. “Do you want me to get up there with you? You might sleep better if you can lie with me, and you need a good nights sleep to recover.”

“I want you to keep your hand there,” Nico said unable to bite back his smile. “It’s so cool and it feels nice.”

Will smiled a little, ruffling his hair. “I can do that for you.” He said, nodding.

Nico leaned into his hand for a while longer, enjoying the crisp coolness while he could. “Of course I want you up here—I’m still really cold, despite what you all are saying. But I thought I was being admitted. Won’t you get in trouble lying in a bed in the ER?”

Will rolled his eyes, lowering the rail on the side of the bed. “I’m a doctor here, they can’t tell me how to do anything.” He said, grinning. Kicking off his shoes, (mismatched, he noticed now,) he climbed onto the bed, helping Nico lean against him. “There we go. Is that comfy?”

“It’s better, I don’t know about comfy though,” Nico said. He scooted closer to Will, his shivering starting to die down only after he’d pressed himself as close as he could into Will’s side.

“These beds aren’t so great.” Will admitted, kissing Nico’s head. “But hopefully we won’t have to stay much longer than one night.” He said, shaking his head.

Exhaustion washing over him, Nico closed his eyes and rested his chin on Will’s elbow. He sighed, breaking off to cough into his fist. “I really don’t feel good.”

Sighing, Will gave Nico a gentle squeeze. “Just take it easy, okay? You’ll feel better once you get some rest.”

Nico nodded, yawning. He felt his thoughts starting to run together, his body becoming weightless. But try as he might, he couldn’t fall asleep, and after a few minutes, he opened his eyes, brows furrowed.

“Will, I’m nauseous…” he said, lifting his head some. He could feel something cool hovering in the back of his throat and he worried he wouldn’t be able to hold down the ice chips. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if he couldn’t even manage that.

Will propped himself up on his elbow, rolling over on his side and tucking Nico’s hair back. “Do you think you’re going to be sick?” He asked, frowning. “I can see if we can get you another antiemetic but it won’t work that quickly.”

For precaution, he rolled over and grabbed the emesis bin from the tray next to the bed, moving it between them. “Do you want to sit up? Try taking some deep breaths through your nose.”

“I-I don’t know, m-maybe not,” Nico stammered. After a beat, while he waited to see if his stomach would calm itself on its own, Nico sat up and started breathing deeply at Will’s urging.

Nico was no stranger to anxiety and the breathing exercises, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t overwhelmed from time to time. Being bogged down by fever and exhaustion didn’t help, and seeing the emesis bin ready in Will’s hands was the tipping point. “I don’t want to throw up again,” he said, the tremor in his voice easily distinguishable. He swallowed convulsively, his throat bobbing, only to feel something creeping back up his esophagus, eyes widening. “Will—”

Will frowned, unsure of whether or not to comfort him. If a hand on his back would just make him more nauseous he didn’t want to chance it, but the anxiety clearly coming up was probably just going to make it worse. Settling for taking his hand, Will squeezed tightly and readied the bin.

“Nico, it’s okay. It’ll be over fast and I promise I won’t make you drink anything else. You’re getting yourself worked up and there’s no reason to. You’re going to be alright.” He promised, his voice sincere. “Just don’t panic. I’ve got you.”

Nico took his free hand and cradled his stomach, bracing himself rather than out of any sort of pain. His muscles seemed to clench beneath his fingers, and he gave a startled gasp, willing his insides to stay in place.

He was squeezing Will’s hand harder than necessary, focusing on the sound of his voice rather than listening to anything he had to say. He felt the prickling heat on his neck again, the clammy feel of sweat on his forehead, and it made his stomach turn. His next inhale caused him to retch, melted ice splashing into the emesis bin in front of him with a single gag.

Chest heaving, Nico met Will’s eyes, his own instantly pooling with wetness.

Will was glad that the couple spoonfuls came up quick and all at once, his heart shattering when he made eye contact with Nico and noted the tears. Shushing him quickly, Will set the emesis bin aside, scooting close and drawing Nico into his arms.

“Hey, hey…” he murmured, bringing a hand up to stroke at his sweat dampened hair. “Don’t cry, it’s okay, it’s over now. I won’t make you drink anything else, not until your stomach feels better. We’ll just keep pushing fluids in your IV, okay?”

Rather than wrap himself around Will’s waist and start sobbing in earnest, Nico fell limply into his fiancé’s chest, wanting to be held above all else. Only a few tears rolled down his cheeks, Nico’s gaze faraway and distant.

He could feel his shoulders quaking against Will’s solid form, fear and exhaustion all-consuming. The ice chips had been the final attempt at lowering his temp and quelling his nausea and it had failed on both accounts. If nothing was working, his fevered brain was having a difficult time fathoming why they had to stay. “Can—can we go home now?”

Will stroked Nico’s hair back, humming gently under his breath. “You’re sick, babe…” he murmured, kissing his head. “We’re going to give your body some time to rest and make sure you get the fluids you need from the IV. And the medicine will help you feel better.” He promised.

Fixing the blanket over Nico’s leg, he gave him a gentle squeeze. “I’m going to stay with you, okay? How about we take a nap, huh? Maybe you’ll feel better after some rest.”

Nico nodded, sniffling softly as he laid his head back down on the pillow. He didn’t want to stay, he wanted to go home, but it was the tired look in Will’s eyes and the knowledge that he had to be just as exhausted, that made Nico give in. Despite the short distance, he couldn’t make Will drive them home when he’d spent all night taking care of him. Plus, as a doctor, Will knew what was best to get him healthy again.

“I’m dizzy, and my head feels funny,” Nico said, pinching his eyes shut. He was not under the impression that he didn’t sound like he was whining, but Will had always made it perfectly clear that he needed to know things involving Nico’s health, and after the iron pills, Nico didn’t think it would be good to keep anything else from him today. “What if I’m delirious again?” he asked, voice taking on the same tremble from earlier.

“You won’t get delirious again.” Will murmured, stroking his hair and trying his hardest to calm Nico down enough to at least ebb away at the anxiety. Pressing the call button and hoping that Kayla would come back and give Nico something for the fever, Will murmured a gentle assurance.

“I’m going to get Kayla to give you something for your fever and the fluids you’re getting are helping, too.” And Will was sure they were—Despite the unnatural heat radiating off of his fiancé, he was sweating buckets now, and that probably meant things would start to come down from a peak. “Do you want to turn that TV on?”

Nico hummed, comforted by Will’s reassurance. “Sure,” he sighed, “but I’m just gonna fall asleep.”

Now that Will had promised him that everything would be okay, Nico found he could barely keep his eyes open. It was for the best, of course, but he would have preferred to lie awake with Will while he was still lucid, to apologize again for being reckless with his medication, but the words died on his tongue just as fast as he could think them. Kicking off the blanket, the last thing he remembered was Kayla walking toward the bed with another bag of fluids, before Nico’s eyes lost their focus and his world disappeared into darkness.

Will held Nico practically the entire night. Once he was out, he stayed out, and Will knew it was for the best. The fever medication might make him tired, Kayla had warned, and Will was glad that Nico was getting the rest he needed, but had a rather hard time relaxing himself.

By the time Kayla began to undo Nico’s IV several hours later, Will was still awake and sipping at a cup of coffee that his friend had brought. Sighing, Kayla shook her head. “Well, his fluid intake is good, no vomiting for several hours. We don’t know if he’ll be keeping fluids down but this tends to pass pretty quick so I’m sending you home with antiemetics and some painkillers. You guys are free to go whenever you’re ready, but you know the drill. No improvement, bring him back. I’m sure you can handle it.”

When Nico finally woke up, it was because he felt like he was in a furnace. He had been swaddled in blankets sometime during the night, the body next to his sweltering. He felt like he was being suffocated in heat, his skin sticky with sweat, his hair framing a wet curtain around his face.

“’M too hot,” he whimpered, his voice dying away into a series of harsh coughs. His mouth tasted like death and his throat grated like sandpaper. “Oww,” he croaked, opening his eyes and frowning.

Carefully, Will pulled back the covers as quickly as he could manage. “Sorry, trying to sweat out the rest of that fever..” Murmured Will, helping get Nico stripped of all of the fabric. Grabbing the water bottle that Kayla had brought for the ride home, he cracked it open and waited to make sure Nico could hold it on his own before depositing it in his hands. “Slow sips, okay?”

Feeling his head to gauge the remaining fever, Will pulled back looking somewhat content. “Your fever is definitely down. How are you feeling?”

Nico did as he was instructed, fighting against the dehydration urging him to gulp it down quickly. He sipped until he reached the bottle’s label, afraid of making himself sick again if he drank too much too quickly.

“I feel like I was run over by a moving truck,” he said, handing the water back to Will and slumping forward over his knees. “But it’s a little better than yesterday. I’m not as queasy.”

Will set the bottle on the bedside table, smiling gently at him. “Yeah, you had a rough night. You’re released, though.” He said, squeezing his arm. “We can go home whenever you’re ready. You’ve got lots of resting and healing to do, but you’re no longer hospital-level sick.”

Sweat dampened and worn out from his own night, Will climbed out of bed and stretched high over his head, his joints popping.

“Good, because I want to go home and go back to sleep,” Nico said, yawning. “You need to sleep too, Will. You look like a corpse.”

Will chuckled at the comment, shaking his head a bit. “I think I might have to make a grocery run to get some food and supplies. We need detergent and fabric softener.” He said, shaking his head. “But I’ll just grab the essentials and I’m joining you for a nap. I feel like a corpse.” He joked.

Sitting up a little straighter, Nico rubbed sleepily at his eyes, before slumping back over against the railing when holding himself up became too tiresome. “I feel disgusting. I’m taking a shower, and then passing out on the couch.” Nico had only recently started taking online classes from the local community college. He usually fell asleep writing papers or working on projects, and the couch was always his go-to working destination.

Signing the discharge papers, Will shoved his phone in his back pocket and delicately folded Nico’s prescriptions. “Alright, are you ready to head out? I’m going to make sure you get situated at home before I run to the store, but I’ll get everything we need.”

Nico was situated into a wheelchair and rolled down the hallway, eyes closed. He was still dehydrated from all the vomiting and the fever, but it wasn’t so bad that it couldn’t be remedied by making sure he drank plenty of water throughout the day. Still, because of the anemia, any sudden movement left him lightheaded and off-balance, so to avoid any unwanted vertigo, he kept his eyes closed as he was wheeled to the exit.

“I really wish you would sleep first,” Nico said, his frown only dampened as he turned and sneezed into his elbow. “The grocery store isn’t going anywhere, and if I know you, you pulled an unnecessary all-nighter last night.”

Will wheeled Nico out of the hospital and all the way to the car, carefully helping him into the passengers seat and reclining it a bit. “I want to make sure you have your prescription and you need something to eat, too. Not to mention I think we might need a new set of sheets.” He chuckled, closing the door gently and making his way to his side.

Buckling himself in, Will steeled himself for the very brief ride home. Hopefully, the vertigo wouldn’t have time to set in on such a short ride. “It was a necessary all nighter. I’ll be quick, like I said. Just the necessities. I’ll wait to make sure your shower goes well and then I’ll go.”

Nico opened his eyes as Will climbed into the car, not wanting to fall asleep just yet. “Just thinking about food makes me nauseous. Or maybe it’s the car…” Nico added with a groan. From his reclined position, all he could really see was the parking garage ceiling, the crisscrossing beams and the driving making him feel carsick. He was fairly certain he wasn’t going to throw up, but that didn’t mean the feeling was pleasant.

“Maybe I’ll skip the shower then,” Nico bargained, trying to take his mind off the fact they were moving. “I’ll feel better once you’re home and resting.”

“If you don’t shower, we can’t cuddle. You’re all sweaty.” Will said, though he was clearly joking. “I guess we could order takeout or something but I need your prescription.” He said, more firmly. “So I’m going to have to go out anyways. I don’t want you to have to be in the car while I drive to the pharmacy. I know how crappy you feel.”

“If I can fall asleep the drive won’t be as bad. The pharmacy’s not that far,” Nico said, though he sounded unsure. “You’re making too many trips. Just go pick up the prescription—I’ll be fine.”

Closing his eyes and leaning back into the seat, Nico tried to relax and forget they were moving. He and Will were both stubborn and he knew neither of them were likely to give up without somewhat of a compromise. “I don’t want anything to eat, Will. I’m just gonna throw it up again.”

Will sighed softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose and pushing on his turn signal. “Okay, okay. But I’m going to run into the pharmacy to get something for us to eat. You don’t have to eat anything now—just for whenever you’re ready. And for me.” He added.

Driving past their new home and toward the pharmacy that was 15 minutes in the opposite direction, Will wondered if he was making a stupid decision. Despite wanting Nico to be able to rest at home, he didn’t love the idea of leaving him alone either, so he guessed this was for the best. Pulling through the drive thru, he dropped the prescription off and, just like Kayla had promised, the bottle of pills was already ready. He put the car in park after that, kissing Nico’s temple before jogging inside to gather a few things he felt they needed. Ridiculously overpriced detergent, snacks that were good for people who’d spent all night throwing up, over the counter painkillers, and a few cans of soup.

He had two bagfuls when he made it back to the car, setting the things in the back seat and climbing in. “Doing alright?” He asked Nico, his voice gentle.

During the course of the ride, Nico’s skin had gone from pale to distinctly gray. He wasn’t usually so prone to carsickness, but already he had so many factors running against his favor that it was a wonder he’d lasted this long already. His stomach was virtually empty, but he was plagued by unrelenting nausea that, at this point, he was desperate for any kind of relief.

“Just peachy,” Nico said, nodding. When Will put the car in drive and they started moving again, a queasy hiccup escaped his tightly sealed lips, followed by a low, miserable groan. He was almost starting to think he should have let Will drop him off at the house earlier.

“We’ll be home soon.” Will promised, taking Nico’s far too clammy hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before simply trying to keep his focus on the road.

Glancing nervously at Nico when he hiccuped, Will began to wonder if they should have brought a plastic bag or something. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick? Maybe I should pull over…” The roads were getting busier now, people trying to get to work, and Will worried that it would take them some time to make it home.

“No—” Nico said, shaking his head and swallowing. “I think I’m okay. I just want to go home.”

With that, he leaned back into the seat, draping his arm over his eyes to block out the rising sun. He dozed off, a five minute nap at most, before the constant stop and go motion from the early commuter traffic left him with a gnawing sense of nausea, his body breaking out in a cold sweat. “Are we close?” he asked in a small voice.

When Nico spoke up, Will knew they were looking at at least 10 more minutes, more if the traffic didn’t let up.

“We’ve got a ways to go. Are you okay?”

A glance in Nico’s direction and Will merged to the far right lane, worried they might have to actually stop if Nico looked so sick. “Do you need me to stop?”

Nico shook his head, though there was a definite tremble to his chin. He regretted arguing that he should come, knowing that he’d be a lot more comfortable and a lot less queasy if he’d gone home and gone to bed.

He didn’t know what it was that made him so susceptible to the nausea, whether it was the lack of iron in his blood, or just a really bad strain of flu, but he was tired and miserable and determined to keep from being sick on the side of the road. “I don’t feel good, Will. At all. I don’t want to be sick anymore.”

Will sighed gently, taking Nico’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know, Nico. You’ll start feeling better soon, okay? The worst will be over.” He assured him, though he still looked a bit skeptical.

Doing his best to drive smoothly, Will was thankful when they made it to the light that meant they were nearing their new home. “5 minutes, will you be okay?”

“Yeah,” Nico mumbled, though he sounded more unsure than he had since they’d left the hospital. His stomach gurgled and flipped ominously, and Nico pressed the back of his hand against his lips. “S'not like I have anything left to throw up…”

So far, the best part of Nico’s morning was when Will pulled into a spot and put the car in park. Relief mixed with a peak in the nausea had Nico fumbling with the seatbelt, pushing open the passenger door to lean over and dry heave over the cement. He was so exhausted that even his gags sounded pitiful, and all he managed to get up was acidic saliva and foamy bile. At this point, he was so close to breaking down that it was a wonder he had made it this long already.

Will reached across the center console and took Nico’s shoulders, worried that he might topple out of the car entirely. Once Nico had a pause in the nausea, Will climbed out and jogged to his side, taking his arm and supporting him as he caught his breath. “It’s okay now, we’re home.” He promised gently.

Hopefully the worst of the nausea had been from the stop and go of the car, and maybe Nico could finally get some reprieve from the illness. Swiping away tears and bile with his sleeve, Will smiled sympathetically. “It’s okay, we’re home now. I’m giving you a piggy back ride—non optional, I don’t need you toppling down the stairs.” He murmured, stroking his hair back.

Nico felt so bad that he couldn’t even force himself to return Will’s smile or think about denying the piggyback ride. He’d argued with Will once already and it’d left him feeling worse and praying for death.

The piggyback rides were not a new thing for them. First initiated by Will after Nico had a really bad panic attack, the special hold was usually reserved for equal instances of seriousness and distress. Nico wrapped his arms loosely around Will’s neck with the knowledge that he was literally in good hands, sniffling pathetically and shivering again from a nonexistent chill. Before long, they were in the apartment, and Nico climbed off Will’s back, curling up on the couch and buried his face beneath a pillow, clearly upset.

Will carried the bags from the store in one hand, managing to get them inside safe and sound without Nico having to waste any energy on the trip there. Grabbing the blankets from the night before, Will grabbed one and pulled it over Nico, leaving the other near his feet for easy access.

Sitting on the floor next to the couch, Will frowned, moving to tuck the blanket around his shoulders. “Anything I can do?” He asked softly, not entirely sure what touch would be appreciated or welcomed.

Nico’s hands fisted around the warm blanket, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. He didn’t have an intelligible answer for Will. His fiancé could probably get away with doing almost anything that would make Nico feel marginally better, but right now, Nico was such an emotional ball of misery, fever, nausea, and pain that he couldn’t even form the words in his own head.

Once he got himself a little more under control—because yes, he was crying—he relented, poking his head out from beneath the pillow. “I wanna hug,” he confessed, voice raspy and watery.

Will’s smile was sad, scooting closer to the couch and sitting at the edge. Enveloping Nico in his arms, he drew his fiancé close, holding him gently against his chest and stroking his sweaty hair. “That I can do.” He murmured, pressing his lips to Nico’s temple.

Settling a little further into the cushions when it appeared Nico didn’t want to let go, Will pulled him close and practically held him in his lap, swiping away tears and sweat and snot. He needed a shower anyways, and he’d change his clothes soon. He didn’t mind, really.

Nico felt silly and embarrassed for being so needy, and he apologized, profusely, up until the point where he was blubbering and crying into Will’s T-shirt. They were supposed to be happy, having just moved in together and ready to start the next phase in their lives, but Nico had been nothing but sick and gross and sad since yesterday.

“I’m tired of being a burden,” he said, trembling in Will’s arms. “That’s not how this was supposed to work.”

“I don’t want to sound cliche—” Will murmured into Nico’s hair. “But I’m going to say it anyways. Sickness and health, remember? You’re not being a burden. I’m supposed to take care of you. Besides, I’m a doctor.” He said, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“I know the crying helps sometimes, but there’s no need for tears.” He promised gently, wiping his face again. “I’m always going to be here to take care of you. And vice versa, hopefully.”

Nico nodded, mopping up his face with his sleeve. Of course he believed Will, but he would always feel guilty for not being stronger. He wasn’t supposed to let these things affect him like this, but something about being with Will made Nico feel safe, bringing his weaknesses and insecurities rushing to the surface.

“It’s just—I feel terrible” Nico explained, resting his head on Will’s shoulder as he talked. “I’m tired of throwing up, I’m tired of being in pain. I’m tired of being freezing, and I—I’m just exhausted from everything.”

Will nodded in understanding, drawing the blanket up and around Nico’s shoulders. “I know, it’s hard to be sick for this long.” He sympathized, squeezing his shoulders. “I think maybe you need a long nap. I’m hoping the throwing up will stop now that you’re out of the car, and your fever isn’t too bad.”

Unable to help it, Will yawned himself. “Plus—” he added, running a hand through his hair. “I need a nap, too.”

“You do,” Nico agreed sympathetically, drawing his hand up and out of the blanket to trace his finger along the dark smudges beneath Will’s eyes. Nico hadn’t seen him look this worn out since he interned at the hospital, and instantly his feeling of guilt swelled.

“So we can nap together.” Will said, fixing one of the pillows and slowly reclining back, pushing some of the larger cushions off so they had more room. “We can worry about other stuff later, let’s try and get some sleep.” He said, kissing the tip of Nico’s nose. “There’s another blanket, are you still cold?”

Nico nodded, a feeling of warmth enveloping him as Will pulled the second blanket over him. He wanted to refute his fiancée’s claim, at least the part where they slept all over each other, but as always, Will knew exactly what he was thinking, and held on tightly, running a hand through his sweat dampened hair.

By the time they were both prone on the couch, Nico’s body was beyond heavy, even his eyelids fighting with everything they hand. Fortunately, Nico was beyond fighting the rest his body so desperately craved, the weight of being ill and exhausted overcoming him in minutes.

Will felt Nico’s head go heavy against his chest, the tension falling from his shoulders as he finally allowed himself to relax. It didn’t take more than a minute before sleep claimed him, too.

When Nico woke up about an hour later, there was still a vaguely familiar feeling of being run over by a train. He supposed that was to be expected, considering how sick he was, and he couldn’t wait to feel more like himself again. Deciding that he wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, Nico slowly extricated himself from Will’s embrace, forcing his weary, achy body off the couch and headed into the kitchen, though not before wrapping a blanket around his shoulders like a warm oversized cape.

Pouring himself a little bit of Sprite and waiting to see if it would settle, Nico started putting away the supplies that Will had brought. He didn’t feel like stomaching his iron pill yet, so he headed into their bedroom and began stripping the sheets. After putting on new ones and placing the soiled ones in the wash, Nico started rifling through the last of their boxes. Steeling himself for more moving, Nico pushed the lightheadedness to the back of his mind and started unpacking.

Despite being tired, Will woke up to the movement off of his chest and the sounds of the house. Content to wait for Nico to return to the couch, Will yawned hugely and pushed the covers back. When Nico didn’t return, though, and there was too much noise in the apartment, Will forced himself into a sitting position and scrubbed at his eyes. “What are you doing?” He croaked, sleepy.

Nico had been so determined to put everything away and make things easier for Will that when his fiancé spoke up, Nico faltered, the drive to complete his task vanishing in an instant. His shoulders slumped and he teetered, his eyes glassy and unfocused. “I’m unpacking,” he said matter of factly.

“You need to be resting.” Will said, standing slowly and crossing the room. “You’ll make yourself sicker if you push yourself when you’re not well. If you’re not tired, you should shower and get changed, you’ll feel better after that.” He promised tiredly, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his head, yawning into his hair.

Nico hummed, feeling his resolve crumble as he leaned into Will’s kiss. He was tired, but he also knew he couldn’t sleep anymore, itching to enjoy their new place without being confined to the bed or the couch. “You should be resting,” he countered, knowing Will was still making up for a sleepless night of watching him at the hospital.

“Let me finish,” Nico protested weakly. “I’m almost done putting these away.” He stooped down to pick up his box, standing up and swaying dangerously.

Will bent down, catching Nico around the waist and setting the box down on the ground. “You’re going to faint if you’re on your feet like this.” Will said, voice stern. “You’re still dehydrated. Unpacking can wait, Nico, you should be resting. I’ll go and get the bed ready, we can watch TV or something if you're—” yawning widely, he shook his head. “If you’re not sleepy. You have'ta rest.”

Unknowing of the fact that Nico had already gotten the sheets changed and into the machine, Will took his shoulders and gently steered him toward the bedroom.

“S'not that bad,” Nico said, allowing himself to be led down the hall and to the bedroom. “’M not that lightheaded.”

He wondered if Will could hear how thready his voice sounded or tell how obvious the lie was. There was a roaring in his ears that he hadn’t noticed until he’d stopped working, and as unsteady as his legs felt now, he was sure Will’s hands on his shoulders were the only things keeping him upright.

“There’s no color in your face.” Will said, his grip firm. “You look like you’re going to collapse, and if you do, I’m going to be pretty upset.” He sighed.

Helping him sit on the edge of the bed, Will frowned, stroking his cheek. “What am I going to do with you?” He said, smiling tiredly.

Nico didn’t doubt that Will would be seriously upset with him if he did collapse, so he sat down without complaint, tucking his head between his drawn up knees and trying to breathe through the lightheadedness.

He looked up long enough to pat the space beside him. “You can lay down with me. I know you’re still tired.”

Will sat down, his brief nap having only made him more tired. “I don’t think I could stay up much longer if I tried.” He chuckled halfheartedly, shaking his head. “But you have to rest. You can play a game or something in bed, but I’m honestly worried you may pass out if you’re on your feet too long so—” he paused, pressing a halfhearted kiss to his cheek. “Please, just rest.”

“Okay,” Nico said, resting his arms on his knees and pillowing his cheek on top, “but only because you’re cute when you’re sleepy and I honestly wouldn’t be able to take care of you right now if you ran yourself into the ground worrying about me.”

“I’d look cuter after a shower but I’m too tired to care about basic cleanliness.” He joked, smiling tiredly back. “And I won’t run myself into the ground. I’m sleeping now.” He promised.

Nico’s smile was sad as he brushed his fingers across the top of Will’s hand, grasping it and squeezing gently. “I’m sorry—I just didn’t want to live out of boxes anymore, and I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

Tugging lightly on Nico’s hand, he pulled him closer. “When I’m more alive later we’ll finish unpacking together. For now, rest.” He said, drawing him closer and kissing his cheek.

Will’s lips were cool against his cheek, Nico wondering if he still had a small fever. He closed his eyes as Will kissed him, dropping his head onto his shoulder. He thought about taking a shower himself—Will had suggested it after all—but Nico didn’t want him to worry unnecessarily about him standing on the slick tile. If Will wanted to sleep, of course Nico was going to let him.

“I drank some Sprite earlier,” Nico said, sounding almost proud of himself, his words muffled some in the fabric of his fiancé’s shirt. “It’s still in the kitchen, but—so far so good.”

Will hummed his consent, pulling the clean blankets over them. “That’s good. I’m actually proud of you.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Way to take initiative.” He joked, his eyelids already drooping.

After a moment of silence, Will pried his eyes open and turned to glance at Nico. “This is our life now.” He said suddenly. “Living together. It’s amazing.”

Nico made a small sound of acknowledgment, gently pushing Will back against the pillows, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. As much as he loved it, talking about mushy, romantic stuff still made him blush. “Shh, you. Go to sleep already.”

Laying down beside him and pressing a kiss to the outer edges of his lips, Nico nestled himself in the blankets, making himself comfortable and watching with mild amusement as Will’s eyelids slowly started to droop. “You’re amazing,” he said. “I love you.”

Will was too tired to keep talking much longer, watching him with a sleepy smile. “I love you too.” He whispered, closing his eyes. “M'gonna jus’… sleep a lil…”

Nico smiled, even after Will started to snore. There was no point in him getting out of bed now, not when his fiancé (the best in the world, mind) was keeping him warm and content. Nico could think of nothing better than spending the better part of their day relaxing in bed. Closing his eyes, it wasn’t long before he had fallen asleep too.

#sickfic #emetophilia #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #domestic au #emetoprincess

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